Have a Little Fun

The white and navy wolf stood alone at the top of the small drop-off next to the southern sea, gazing out at the shimmering azure waves below. It wasn't very high, no more than ten or fifteen feet, but it offered a great view out across the bay between the various islands that formed the archipelago. The hot summer sun hung high in the early afternoon sky, beating down on Boreas and creating a balmy, lazy late summer day. Thankfully, the solitary brute was shaded by the overhanging of some trees, hovering near one large oak that grew right along the edge of the cliff by the sea, the salt-tinged breeze rustling the leaves gently above in the strong branches along with his plush fur coat. Sure the tree was right at the edge of some pack's scent markers, but who really cared? Was some old geezer gonna come out and yell at him for standing on their lawn? The thought made the brute titter with a roguish smirk.

With a soft pensive hum, Maverick gazed up at the branches with crafty turquoise eyes, glancing between them and the rope he clutched in one large paw. His mind was working to try and come up with an excellent game to occupy his time, but he was having difficulty finding all the pieces he needed to make his idea work. Shame... With another pensive hum, Maverick tossed the rope up over one of the lower, thicker tree limbs, watching it hang for a moment while he looked around for something to act like a counterweight. A rock? Maybe, but a rock big enough to balance his weight would be tremendous. What he really needed was his brother or another wolf here...