message in a bottle

You'd think that, after nearly drowning and also getting into a ridiculous brawl with a sturgeon, Davey would shy away from water. Something about fool me once, shame on you... fool me twice, shame on me? Does that apply to the laws of nature? Does that applies to the law of being a child and a bit of an idiot? Certainly not.

He'd fallen into the water a bit further south, and instead of scrambling up on the banks, Davey just went with the flow. It could only carry him so far before hitting land, and the summer warmth was enough to keep him from catching his death with the chill. Finally dragging himself out of the sea and stumbling to the shore, he's... okay he's more than a little lost. Farther north than he'd ever been, but the day was still young and he was bound to explore it.

Wide eyed and excitable, he winds his way from the sea. Does it strike him that a pack lives here? Only too late. Hopefully cute puppy privelege would have his back, because damn, it's a bit chilly when you're exposed up here. A cool breeze of the sea, one that cuts through his thin coat. Wild eyed, Davey takes in the world around him. Rocky floor, trees taller than any he's seen in a long time. All of them tinged with red sky, leaving his view of the world... a bit weirder than usual. Being a big puppy in a wide world like this is such a wild concept. All Davey knows for sure is that he's north, far more north than he thought was possible. It's pretty wicked, come to think of it.

"Davey"