Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

He’d never heard of a wolf too worried about his fur to eat properly. He didn’t believe the weight thing, either. The wolf has said himself he’d been scavenging. 

Wordless, Pepper padded into the water. The current was much stronger here than downstream. The water was shallow, the riverbed rocky. He assumed any sand probably wouldn’t hold here. 

There were fish, too, which seemed stagnant as they swam against the current. He studied one with an intense stare, licking his lips.