Big Salmon Lake So many ways to catch a fish

Rodyn chuckled at T.K.'s burst of laughter. It was honest and real and it made his stomach hurt from the joy of it. It was a nice sound. He liked laughing happy T.K. versus, anxious fearful T.K.

Rodyn had trouble following T.K. words. He didn't know what a dane or a coon or a bloodhound were. He knew big and strong and intimidating, though he wasn't sure if he would use those words to classify himself. Strong maybe, large perhaps, but not intimidating at least he didn't try to be.

Rodyn grinned. Oh you're on. He raced after the greyhound beast. His friend quickly outdistanced him, as the she/he beast was made for running. Rodyn was not, but he tried to keep up and used his long legs and stamina to his benefit, but T.K. Still beat him.

He joined him at the finish line with laughter on his face, eyes dancing merrily.