Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

Germanicus had left him alone, gone to venture out where Crowfeather could not smell him or see him. The dark wolf had not been able to chase the worry from his mind. The fear that scratched at his belly was enough to turn him cowardly back to the woods where they had slept and curl up there. 

Beside the water without the silver male felt a daunting thing. Crowfeather's feet were only touching the lake when the waves would lap out to him and swash around his ankles. 

Crowfeather was to practice swimming every day that they were there. He knew that he needed to practice hunting- the thought of returning to their temporary den with a few rabbits or maybe a goose. He had seen more than a few plopping around the lake shore with their strange feet slapping against the rocks. 

Just a little longer, he convinced himself and waded out until he felt the edge of the world beneath his paws.