Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

the wolf’s head bobbed up, ears quickly pinning to his head when the female’s head was rammed under his chin. She was focused, and probably didn’t notice as he exaggerated the movement to reposition so he didn’t have to hold his head a few inches higher. 

He looked again, trying to plan. The water was clear, so they’d have no problem tracking one if it did go under. And it didn’t look too deep, but that was hard to judge from afar. Water was weird. 

The river itself wasn’t all that wide. Maybe two and a half times his length. And the sound would mask out any either of the two wolves made. Upstream, a fallen tree had collected debris. He couldn’t tell how permeable it was, or if it was clear underneath, but water was pouring over the top of it, also spilling from the sides. 

”If one of us were to start downstream and move up towards ‘em, it’d push ‘em into that fallen tree. They’d have t’ go over or around. Other one of us could go in fer tha kill.” 

It seemed like a solid enough plan to him. If they chose to swim around on the side opposite, that might cause an issue. Definitely if they swam under. But over, or on the correct side, and whoever was waiting to ambush would have a decent shot at catching them. 

ooh! I shall do so >:)