Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

Pale fur stained against the muddy terrain, abrupt splashing followed after him as he leaped his way through the puddles. The wolf sure seemed to be having fun — as messy as he was. What he was doing? Well, that seemed a bit unclear. 

Bakari dug his muzzle into each puddle he invaded, a gleam in his eyes as he continued his work. He grabbed at the clay below, creating bundles of red goop that he placed beside him. He went on with his weird actions for quite a while before coming up from the water one last time and letting out a sigh of relief. "Phew, finally!" He exclaimed.

The strange canine shuffled his clay onto solid land, beginning to push and pull at it. It almost seemed as if he was molding something. 

What ever the case was, he clearly wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings. Completely defenseless, in fact.