Lake Rodney sleep don't visit so i choke on sun.

The Blackfeathers had gotten a few rather good licks in, but eventually, he and the other two wolves had sent them fleeing.  He hadn't given chase; they were gone, that's all he cared about, because that was all he needed to care about.  They now knew not to bother the Caldera again (he hoped), and his newfound home would (hopefully) retreat back into boring peace.  

It was a warm day, relatively speaking, so Colt had submerged himself somewhat in the lake water.  It felt good on his stiff wounds, and besides that, he still felt dirty from rolling about in the muck of the woods over there.  Eventually the cold of the water did begin to deep in, however, so he heaved a sigh and pushed himself from it, the motion sending water cascading from his back and dripping on the shore.

As he turned, he saw a familiar figure a ways around the lake, on his way back, conveniently enough.  He'd been more gratified than he'd been willing to let on to see her come back in one piece; it'd suck to have made up only to have it cut short like that.  "Hey, Fin!" He called out, trotting over.  "Wait up!"  She was walking back, but slowly, and he wondered if she had time for a chat with her favoritest brother in the world.