Oberon’s exploration of the lake eventually led him to its southwestern fringes, where water mingled with land to form something like a flooded forest — neither creek nor marsh but something sort of… between the two, perhaps?
Currently, he was picking his way carefully across a chain of slick rocks in an effort to reach the farthest one out. The boulder sat smack dab in the middle of the large pool he’d found, and it was large enough to fit nine or ten wolves easily. Surrounded by water and further secluded by vegetation draping from the banks, he imagined it would be like his own little island. He could see himself sunning there, soaking up the warmth of the spring afternoon.
Of course, he could have just walked to get to it; the pools were all shallow enough that one could simply tread through them. But in a rare stroke of levity, Oberon had decided to hop from one to the next, playing a little game of try-not-to-fall-in with himself. Once he secured himself on one rock, he would take a second to regain his balance, crouch down, and leap to the next one. The farther he went the farther he seemed to have to jump. It became a challenge, and foolish though it was, Oberon was determined to see it through, even if it was only a silly little game.
He made it just about halfway out before he lost.
One of his paws slipped out from under him, and though he immediately scrabbled for purchase, he ultimately fell rump-first into the water — accompanied by a splash and a grunt.
Sep 22, 2018 07:19 PM
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