Lake Rodney Won't you wait for a minute

Just as Black Hat had no intention of approaching Shuck, the dog had no intention of approaching another without a reason. He finished his roll, stood, and shook himself off. A pleased shudder snaked its way down his back. He scanned the horizon and his eyes paused on a dark figure in the distance, in the watchful way any lone animal's would, but when Black Hat showed no signs of approaching him, Shuck dismissed him entirely. He himself had no reason to take his chances on an unknown, when it was left on his terms.

He struck out in another direction, panting lightly and appreciating the way the mud cooled his back and shoulders as it dried, and spared no further thoughts for the distant wolf whose path he would likely never cross.