Swimming Up Stream

Bancha is happy to follow Ruse north along the river. Listening to the crunch of his paws in the icy grass as they continued to their journey, one of his floppy ears perks up as she talks about hunting in the river during the summer. His expression scrunches up as he too muses on how that would work with such fast moving water. “I’m not very good at hunting so I’d probably need a net or someone else to help!” He admits, letting out a nervous laugh as he worries about how he would survive out in the world on his own.

The youth is looking around at the bare trees, the evergreen brush, and half-frozen river when he notices Ruse’s mischievous look toward him. He turns his own teal eyes to her, his muzzle breaking out into a grin at her suggestion. “Oh, that sounds like fun!” Bancha exclaims, tail going into a whirring wag that practically slapped his thighs.

Once Ruse is beginning to count and Bancha has ensured her eyes are closed, he takes off to the left away from the river. Not far off, he notices a larger boulder leaning against the sloping hill with some holly bushes on one side of it. Perfect! He darts around the brush and slides in to hide behind the boulder, a paw to his muzzle to stifle his giggles.