Big Salmon Lake I must say

A stranger approached and Cathal was quick to stare up at them. Accustomed to Iseldur's hulking size, he saw no threat in this thin man. He said he knew his pàpa too, so surely he must be alright.

The ends of his fur were growing wet - the poor boy threatening to deflate should the snow keep pounding down, and yet he shook his head. I am looking for sleeping rodents! He answered, the pep in his tone and posture unyielding.

A rodent was small, manageable for a canine of his size. I bring it back to pàpa, make him proud. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke.

His paws were light, his size unthreatening. His prey would never suspect him.