Droplets of water flashed in the summer sun as they flew through the air accompanied by the sound of splashing followed by more water. All this a product of the brown boy floundering in the shallows of the river. To the untrained eye, or really just anyone passing by, it might appear he was in distress and possibly drowning as his lean form wriggled in the water. For a few moments all four of his feet were in the air until he finally surfaced once more and stood up, legs splayed wide with water running in rivers off his back and shoulders and a giant lopsided smile plastered on his face. He was the picture of a disheveled mess completed by his pink tongue lolling happily out to one side. On other days this he might have all been done for the pure joy of doing it, but not today; today he was on a mission!

After giving a hard shake and haphazardly trying to smooth some of the more rebellious areas of the long fur around his chest and scruff he took off at an easy trot through the labyrinth of rocks that skirted Glorall’s border. He was fairly sure that he would find her in the area and he was given confidence as he picked up the faintest hint of her scent on the warm breeze. Nose in the air he tried to follow the trail as his small feet stepped daintily through the rocks and closer to the sea-packs border. “Come out, come out wherever you are…” His words were light and airy as his spirit, spoken more to himself than to anyone who might hear but as his floppy ear bounced along poking around rocks he hoped she would appear, she was his soul after all!
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