Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

“Well my memory is getting much clearer now that we’re by the river, silly.”
 
A fiendish grin flashed across his features. Brave approached the edge of the river with a curious sniff and stepped into the water until it came up his legs and touched the underside of his belly and chest. Journey might dislike that the water was that high, but with the winter snow melting down from the mountains, there would likely be plenty more bodies of water that had risen.
 
The dark young wolf set the course across the river and when the siblings had reached the other side, he turned to make sure that his sprightly sister was in one piece. She shook her frame, spattering water across his muzzle and whiskers. This inspired a similar shake of his own frame to loosen the droplets from his dark coat.
 
She nudged at his flank and he lurched forward with surprise and a feigned expression of indignance. Brave bobbed his muzzle a few times with a soft hum and squinted his jade gaze toward the woods in the distance. “Careful now, you might jostle the memory out of me again. That’d be a pity.”