Arrow Lake Lives an old German's daughter

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he paused at the edge, satisfied, then stepped aside to give her room. when adela drank, he followed, lowering his head to the water and taking a few deep pulls himself.

he lifted his muzzle, droplets sliding from his jaw. a low hum rolled out of him — approval.

water’s good, he said simply.

after a beat, he stepped back from the shore, already scanning the treeline and the tracks pressed into the snow. i’ll find us somethin’ to eat, smoke added, voice calm, certain.

then he turned and moved off, unhurried, like it was already done.

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