AW to all DEB members, next round begins July 11th
Early morning, Overcast, 17C/62F
It was hours before Viorel normally roused for the day, it had been just a short nap really since he had retired after his nighttime exploring. The heat wave that had held them in its clutches the last week or so had finally broken and the Valle had been looking forward to resting in the cooler air. Not only that, but the clouds provided an extra layer of protection and he had faded off to sleep content with the temperature for the first time in what seemed like forever.
But, he had been woken up shortly after by a sound that seemed so familiar to the sea wolf, and yet out of place in these woods. The sound of splashing water, something sploshing in and out of the Backwater, as if it were jumping. Cracking one eye to investigate, Viorel was surprised to find that his instincts had been correct and that their usually still water source seemed to be teeming with fish, swimming below the surface and jumping in and out with abandon.
Leaping to his paws with a laugh of disbelief, the leader rushed to the shore and grabbed a plump trout out of the depths with ease. Tossing it onto the banks, Viorel couldn’t believe his eyes and the sheer number of prey that swam just below his paws. Lifting up his muzzle the leader called for whoever may be close by, it seems their trials were over and there was finally some triumphs.