Flycatcher Downs just like we were kids again

Water? 

He loved water! The golden wolf chased after Wind Flower, barking with excitement. Fallen Sun remembered a fuzzy image of a summertime trip to a lake, dozing off in the shallows as older siblings splashed and played in the deeper parts. The man's white paws overtook Wind Flower. Now he was the older one, and mum wasn't there to say no.

And then his paws hit the water, and he tripped, face plunging under its surface. Instead of being scared, he broke the surface and shook, water droplets catching the light and he stood. Water rolled off his pelt and dripped downward.

Fallen Sun almost looked like the sun had begun to sink over the sea, only a lot easier on the eyes and much fluffier.

That boyish smile was ever-present, and he play-bowed at his reflection, the tip of his nose touching the water's surface with a slight tilt.