Mudminnow River How to move on

They chased, bowed and danced in a blur of pup like play. A feeling that, to Malia, was almost foreign. And she felt refreshed. Exhilarated. Like some lost part of herself had been revived and brought back to life.

This young wolf, Louis, she felt like she may have found a likened spirit again. As if she were making up for time long lost with her missing brother. She gasped in part surprise as he lost his footing, tumbling back into water. Any chance of a fish lunch was lost, but that was far from her mind.

He didn't even seem to mind his own mishap, coming up wet and laughing. Echoing his laughter, Malila was only encouraged to leap in after him, but slowly. One leg at a time, keeping just out of reach.