The pack had remained quiet despite Bass' attempts, and Dart was worried. Would Abaven stick around? It was the only pack that he'd ever been in, the first one he'd ever been in, and he doubted he could ever go to another one. He adored Bass and the pack, and despite the drama and the quietness it had been experiencing, he wouldn't trade it for the world.
Dart made his way down the bank of the river, searching for a spot where he might be able to catch some fish. The river had gotten pretty shallow this season, and no doubt it would be a very dry one too. With the morning sun at his back, mismatched paws carried him low to the ground as he was careful where he put each paw. The rapids were not kind to those who fell victim to it, and he would do well to keep his wits about him.
It didn't take long for him to find a good, shallow spot where the water ran smoothly. He settled himself on the rock shelf, his shadow falling slightly over the water as he looked down. Unsurprisingly, he had chosen the perfect spot. Fish swam lazily below him, small and large alike. Occasionally, one would even swim to the surface looking for bugs. Now, all he had to do was sit and wait for the perfect moment.
The summer days were getting more and more hot, to the point where he wasn’t sure if he could even come out around noon when the sun was at its highest point. But he needed to check the water levels at the lake in the plains and the river. He headed to Monument Rapids first, when he saw Dart trying to fish in the more shallow parts. He grinned, the rapids had slowed down to normal river speeds as the water level got lower and he had an idea. Crouching low to the ground he sauntered up behind the fox. Positioning himself, his tail curled up and over his spine as he jumped up to him. Bass aimed to keep his body low in hopes of knocking his chest into his backside, hopefully tossing his furry friend into the water. Quickly he danced back a few steps in case he didn’t fall in and Dart sought some sort of retaliation.
