Mudminnow River How to move on

It felt a little bit like being home, Louis thought. Running and playing and barking and dancing. There were no cares at all to be concerned with in a moment like this. He'd missed such frivolity.

Laughter disguising a smile that had turned mischievous, Louis watched her wade in carefully, and then sprung his attack. He lunged forward - not to catch her, but to send a great splash of cold river water up at her, intending to drench her and ruin any effort at staying dry.