July 7th. Open for one or two. Partly cloudy, afternoon. 75F/24C.
Wandering was something that Arcus was getting very, very good at. Her itchy paws might have been quenched for a day or two after the incident with Vaken and the coyotes, but the following interaction was one with other pups. And that was fun! So, obviously, it sat most firmly in her mind as she stretched out her toes and set to walking the moment her parents turned their backs. It wasn't like she was trying to be bad -- but waiting was so boring, when she could be doing something useful. Or fun! Like finding water. You could drink the water, you could splash the water...
But the problem was, you see, that the water was vanishing. She had no idea how it happened, and couldn't quite articulate her questions. But her mud puddle was long gone, and the smaller creeks and tributaries had receded. So Archie kept marching with no idea as to how far she'd gone, or why. Or what direction. Or when to stop. Oh!
Falling water! But not from the sky, from a...a...from a rock? Archie laughed in delight, thick paws picking up into a prancing little trot as she approached the falls. They, too, were starting to dry, but she had no idea this wasn't its full splendor. To her bright blue eyes, this was everything a puppy could ever wish for!