Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

The big wolf filled his mouth with the cool water again, this time spitting it back into the stream after. He was a firm believer that his teeth were his most important asset, and he did bother with keeping them clean, unlike the rest of his body. 

Upon exiting the stream, he shook once more, leaving his fur more or less damp, no longer dripping. 

"Meat's tender, oily. Lotta flavor, too." 

It was rare he could feel himself putting on weight while eating, but otters would do that. And the naps after were the best sleep that could be asked for. 

"They like rivers, so keep an eye out for 'em. May not even need to find a lake."