Greatwater Lake Keep on keepin' on
I like when life feels playful
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Ooc — Mary Ellen
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Lokie was making good distance in his trek to the coast in search of Connor and the pack he assumed was still there. The sun had begun its set into the horizon and Lokie considered stopping for the night. Maybe if he found a good spot. Mud still spotted along his spine and sides, something he wanted to remedy. His nose told him water was nearby, if he just continued in the direction he was going. 

Finally, his paws paused on the shores of a rather large lake. His ears perked, his eyes scanned the area around him. There were no signs of packs or their borders, and he didn't see any singular wolves near, either. Feeling safe for the moment, he moved into the water slowly, pausing when he got up to his elbows. A little fishing would quell his hunger. 

A little while later, Lokie laid upright on the sandy shores, belly full and mud finally washed off his fur. He had shook the excess water from his fur, and now it would just take time for it to fully dry. His double coat kept him warm enough until that happened. He was relaxed for the moment, momentarily detached from his usually hyper self. All the traveling had taken up most of his energy, and now he was content to relax for the night.
Your soul is infinitely creative. It is alive and expansive in nature.
It is curious and playful, changing with the tides of time.

Debbie Ford