Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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he chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm, lifting a foreleg to ward off the worst of the splash. licking the cool liquid from one shoulder, he returned his attention to the younger wolf, returning the large, open grin upon the playful face.

ears pricked forward with curiosity as his companion spoke of the fishes' healing properties. giving a low hum of contemplation, lasher's gaze alighted upon a wide piece of bark peeling from the bole of a nearby oak, and he moved to tear it from its base.

perhaps we could trap them again the bank with this, he suggested, cocking his head to one side as he awaited ashton's reply.