caught

Well now wasnt he soaked. Yet perhaps Fenix shouldnt have been slightly harassing the beavers near the dam. The man shook off his soaked fur as he pulled himself onto land. Walking away from the dam before catching his breath near a tree. Why had he come here anyway? He hadnt been herb hunting, Fenix narrowed his eyes. Hed been so air headed lately it worried him. Tired he rubbed his fur against the bark of the tree for a moment.

Then finding a sunny spot among the ground the wolf decided a rest would be best. He circled for a moment before settling himself down. Fenix kept his head up to be alert but he crossed his front limbs taking in a deep breath before listening to the world around him.