Lake Rodney You were making fun of the way I drive

Water splashed loudly, a wet streak of wolf jetted through it and churned water from either side of his lean frame. The lake muddied at the first touch from Pyramus. The fish that had swam close to the edge raced away when first contact had been made.

Pyramus had ventured out from the wood where he and Thisbe had been staying to search for other food. They’d feasted on several rabbits and a small fox that had been a stringy thing to fill their bellies with. When the daylight had struck, both Thisbe and Pyramus had been hungry beyond telling.

Pausing in the sloshing lake water, Pyramus squinted against the sun and searched the nearby terrain for signs of life.