Otter Creek Don't lose your head

The water trickled by slowly.
Painfully slowly.
Though all the brute could do was watch it move passed him, and around him once he'd stepped into it. His copper eyes where drawn to the sky above, having once again found himself out when clouds hung over threateningly. It had started to become a habit of his, and a bad one at that. Kove couldn't help it though, he really couldn't. The chilled wind brought memories back to him, one's from when he was only a mere cub. A small, mischievous cub, constantly getting into trouble during any moment that he could.
Told to stay put?
He'd get up and leave.
Told to follow?
He'd sit down right away.
Despite that being in the past, he still found that he would often continue to act like that. He would walk, listen, and act as if he were still that little cub, even though he was well aware of the fact that he wasn't. These types of antics and actions are what landed him where he now was—standing in the middle of a creek. It had seemed like a wonderful idea at first, but now that the water was starting to chill him to the bone, he found that he had made a terrible mistake. The realization forced the brute to move out of the creek, and onto one of the ledges that occupied much of the space around the creek.
Some of the water still ran over where he stood, but Kove had moved as far from the soft flow as he was able. In his mind, he saw it as being peculiar how much the cold had started to affect him. Born in the North, the timber wolf would have never expected to be chilled so quickly; no, so easily.
It was then he chose to simply blame it on the fact he had not been in the North since he was a cub, when his mother always made sure he and his siblings were as warm as they could be. With that being settled, he continued along the creek, taking careful steps so as to avoid stepping in any of the water. It had proved to be quite the task, but he eventually found himself making his way up the sliver of water, and higher into the mountains. The terrain was difficult, yes, but he believed the view would be well worth it.