Lake Rodney Sugar in the creek

The dark Crowfeather was unaware of the peering eyes that had discovered him. The slight figure was attempting to prepare himself for the leap from the edge and into the deep of the lake water. The voice of Germanicus felt so far from him when he ventured on his own.

The older man’s comfort did not reach him there either.

A deep sigh was issued from the wolf’s narrow snout. Crowfeather turned himself back to the shore and sloshed until he was not further than elbow-deep in the water. There, he thought he caught a glimpse of glittering eyes in the brush.

Hello…? quavered his voice.