Evening was nearing. The overcast of the sun was evident, clear, and yet it's location, drifting westward by the minute was plain with the shifting shadows. A little further from the den then usual, she had a pausing moment to turn round. The little freedom felt, knowing a white wolf would not dash out had her sauntering foward. She was close to her destination any way, shrugging her shoulders. Why not? A good run she could make it home, not to long after dark. She couldn't be expected to not wander, not yet. Besides,wanting to pull her weight, and for curiosity sake to know beyond what pack borders might be ,she had followed the creek long the forest nearing the Beaver Dam.
The scent of the water was rich, the fishy-willowy combo she liked. An amused chuckle, she was so drawn to water could she be part fish? No, such childish thoughts and here she was going to be three. Silly Jayse. She chided, letting the sound of the creek drown her ending peels of laughter. She did come to realize the only thing she missed about the mountain was the Hidden Grotto. New home had many wonderful things, but in her wanderings she secretly hoped to find a pond. Somehow it would complete her paradise. It was much to cold to swim, but the idea was appealing with the hot months ahead. The fact she enjoyed swimming. But to her it seemed like another hair-brained idea, a wish of hers that should not be granted. Because there was only so much good the world could throw your way. Still, she would not smother the sparks, it was always nice to believe something existed waiting to be found.
Flexing her jaws, bi-colored eyes sorted through the slowly reviving flora trying to see how close the dam was. She could pick it out several yards ahead, her map soley on the creek. Beaver's musky aroma became more prominant the further paws dragged on. She saw no beasts, and stopped a short distance no mind to disturb them. Stopping at the banks eyes checked for a danger, and her nose twitched trying to detect any hidden personages. Nothing new tinged already known. Sighing, she drifted down, letting front feet dip into the running liquid. A brief drink, she stared upon her reflection. Amused at the swirling distortation of features. Tongue lapped it away, and that's when she could hear a larger body sweeping through the near growth. Ot O
Gray cran rised centimeters, looking across the way when she saw her guest. A dark chestnut, almost yearling bull moose with tiny, little startbuds for antlers. A silent gulp of sloshing water, she could hear it hit inside her stomach. Very, very slowly trying to appear to not really be moving she tried to back up the incline. The moose gave a wary snort, large spoon dished ears swiveling. She prayed he would go back where he came, but instead he stepped closer, his next step would be in the creek. Unsettled by the thought mother moose could be around, she stood frozen unsure to scare the moose or try to be talanted in invisibility.