Otter Creek just a reflex

The boy responded in kind, even one-upping Lane with his wolf-version of a mooning. Lane scoffed and turned away.

“You could try,” she bantered back. Sweeping a paw over the surface of the water, she sent a spray of icy water toward the boy, intending to soak the ass he was so proudly presenting.

After months on her own, struggling for her life every single day, Lane had almost forgotten what it was like to just be a kid. Daring each other to eat gross things, bad language and immature behavior, splashing and threatening each other… in a way, it was exactly what the yearling had been craving.