Largest swimhole ever!

There were few things as good as cool water under a hot summertime sun.  Kione had roamed along the edge of auster and was now fully down at the southern edge.  The painted wolf was wet, water drops still obviously flowing from his coat to fall on the ground.  He’d stay on land long enough to go from wet to merely damp before hopping back in the water.

Crossing the wide bridge Kione paused looking at the water caged in by the circle of land.  A grin grew across the dog's face at what appeared to be a marvelous pool that demanded to swim in.  Sure, it was bound to be no different than other parts of the water but there was something about good scenery that could add to the experience.

"Kione"