Trout

The Trek

The group had been walking for a good three days now. Trout was exhausted. If River was tired she didn't show it, and Moss, like always, was absolutely perfectly fine. At this point Trout doubted they were even a real wolf, they were some demigod who didn't need sleep to function. It was either that or scouts had something in their bones that made they impervious to getting tired.

As much as Trout wanted to sit down and do nothing for a good, forever, he didn't dare pipe up. The last thing he wanted was for his friend's to think he was some sort of weak loser. Or even worse, for Mosswood to think he was some sort of weak loser. Besides, they had asked him to come with them because they thought he was capable. What was that the Moss said? 'They were the only ones that got things done around here?' Yeah. That was Trout. Getting things done!

That was when Trout's ears pricked up. Water.

"Hey! Guys, there's a River Nearby!" Trout pipped up, his tail wagging. Moss's ears flicked up as they looked around and River started to sniff at the Air. They had been drinking out of dirty puddles since they left, and even better, River's ment pathways and game trails.

"This way!" Rover starts trotting towards the sound with Moss and Trout close on her heels. River tend to take lead, especially on their hunts, so the two of them trusted her tracking skills.

"Awesome find Trout," Moss smiled at him. Trout smiled back, his heart filled with butterflies.
"Yeah! I mean, Yeah! Uh, Thanks!" He giggled. Moss chuckled and turned back to focus on the path in front of them.

As the forest opened up in front of them, a clear shallow, amber river stretched out in front of them. River stepped forward and sniffed at the water before taking a drink, Moss stood next to them and did the same. Trout, on the other hand, jumped right into to middle of the current, rolling onto his back and letting the cool water rush through his fur.

"Awh Trout!" River snarled as she shook the water he splashed on her out of her fur. Moss was about to do the same when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A black wolf stood on in the shadows of the bank opposite of them.

"Trout."
"Yeah, yeah I'm getting o-"
"Trout" Moss spoke a lot more firmly this time, making Trout pause and look around, finally spotting the dark wolf on the other side of the water.

"Hello," the black wolf spoke, "My name is Bear, welcome to Leopard River, may I ask your names?"