Big Salmon Lake kuak ⛣

Ah, so not yet, as maybe luck had just not been hers just so soon. Or she hadn't found the good fat frogs. Either way, he was easily hopeful, and moving towards the water himself while she came to him. Gladly he arced into her touch, his tail waved, and nibbled softly at pale furs on her shoulder--once he could reach best as he listened. Of course, and to be with you.. while our pair is keeping busy with the yearlings. It was too tempting. Hunting frogs, or whatever else we can find, is just bonus, he explained as he skimmed the horizon for all its opportunity, but the waters nearest Kukutux pulled back his focus--plenty satisfied too that she found no trouble in him coming. There should be some big frogs around here this time of year, he smirked, willing it to be, like he was an old pro. Late summertime, after a rainy year, bugs abounding.. they had no excuse. At least for as wet as it had been, he still didn't mind the thought of a swim. He could veil it in some duty, too: if memory served, fishing this time of year was not half bad, either.

He had other reasons to come, naturally. Several of them, as a wandering eye over the damp fur on her hips reminded him in passing.. but, a big exhale, and he waded deeper, brushing against her as he did. He didn't want her to be alone for long, most of all. He remembered seeing the wolfeater.. who vanished as suddenly into the rain as he appeared twice now. Plus, with what his sister told him of what brewed in the mountains to the east.. it was hard not to be guarded without knowing how they might bleed into the valleys beyond. The pups were tended at home and well, did he have to explain himself beyond that?