Arrow Lake Will uphold any old authoritarian rule made up on the fly

Dragomir wandered away from the thicket again, this time under the heat of an overly warm noon sun. He was getting larger, smarter and more curious with each rise and fall of the moon. Soon he would have free reign over the entire territory; he had already expanded his range to just over a mile in all directions, and was about that far from the den when he found a narrow stream.

It was his first encounter with running water; most of what he drank came from puddles and shallow pools in the forest that ringed the valley side of Arrow Lake. This stream shot off from the lake toward the northeast, dwindling as it went. He was at the deepest part of it. With ears perked high and whiskers trembling, the little jet-furred pup crept toward the water as if it was a living thing. His tail was ramrod straight with only a slight shake at the tip to suggest that his focus wasn't as sharp as he'd like it to be.

Dragomir made a right racket as he approached his "prey", being clumsy and inexperienced and far too young to know better. He broke his cover much too early, what little cover he'd bothered to have, and gave a ululating, boyish cry of got got got got! as he charged for the burbling water. He ducked low as he approach and snapped sloppily at it. Had it been a real living creature he would have missed it by several long inches. Or several miles, as it would have heard him coming long before he got to it. Instead he got a face full of water and stumbled backward with a spluttered cry and a soggy muzzle.

@Kazimir as promised!