Lake Rodney little boy blue and the man in the moon

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He amused himself for a while, momentarily forgetting his concerns for and about his mother. Then the sun hid behind a cloud, plunging the lake into shadow. Caracal paused, the water still frothing and sloshing around his ankles, to peer upward curiously.

There was a massive cloud bank directly overhead, its edge limned in the sun’s brilliance. He squinted until the cloud muted the light entirely, the air darkening even more. It felt cooler too, especially when a breeze stirred, ruffling the lake.

It brought to him a scent that made Caracal drop his head and scan the shore. He blinked when he saw the figure partway on the other side, slumped beside the water. Something in his young brain went “!” and he scrambled out of the shallows, giving himself a perfunctory shake as he galloped toward the stranger.

HEY! he shouted, perhaps louder than was necessary. He dug his heels into the silty soil and skidded to a stop beside the gaunt she-wolf. You okay, lady?!