Swiftcurrent Creek to be the wing that fans the flame

King's nose twitched when he caught the scent of another wolf, but he was already charging into the water, and he figured it could wait long enough for him to rinse off. But as soon as the icy current had touched his skin, all the muscles in his body seemed to lock up, and his quick dash turned into a painful march. "Shit!" he gasped, wheeling back for a moment before stealing himself, and ducking quickly under the water.

A moment later, he'd resurfaced, and was already scrabbling back onto dry land. His whole body was shaking, his muscles clenched almost painfully against the assult of cold on his skin. Even out of the water, he couldn't seem to shake hard enough to rid himself of the water's chill. He kept at it until he began to burn with returned warmth, trotting in circles and stopping to shake intermittently.

Only after this did he remember he'd smelled another wolf. Reluctantly, King peeked around, and winced when he caught sight of the other standing so near. It looked like she'd caught the show.

"Hey," he called out in greeting, his voice a bit weak.