Twisted Slough I'm going back to 505

of course!

A voice called him from his wallows, he looked up from a watery haze to see a stalwart figure. He recalled vague memories of a darkened face and kind eyes, black fur mingling with white as he lay in the warmth of a den. Honeyed eyes flickered with recognition, could it be-?

"Dad?" Incredulous, impossible that his father could have returned. After all, it had been so long...

Heeding his warning, the boy dragged his filth-heavy body to where the man had found more solid ground. Sceptically, he wet his nose as he approached. Crestfallen, but not outwardly so; the scent did not match the memory.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else."