Driftwood Heart

At last the lands had fully dried out, all thanks to the heat of the summer. But it being summer also meant something else, he was getting old. Slowly he had started to feel the changes, his joints were more stiff in the morning and he tired a bit easier than he had before. They were all subtle, but they were there. His children were getting older as well, soon enough they would be finding mates and starting lives of their own. His nose wrinkled upwards at the thought, head shaking side to side. He didn't want to be a grandfather any time soon.

Sighing, Bass was just about to finish his patrol when he saw Dart by the Rapids. Curious, he padded over to his friend, aiming to bump his nose against the top of his head. "I would think that the water is a little to fast moving to catch fish," he said softly, wondering why the fox was gazing into the water. He had a respect for this river, it had taken two lives since he had started this pack. He generally kept a distance, and it scared him when he saw the young ones playing around here. Maybe he hadn't really been thinking when he picked this as a pack land...

"Speech"