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The river. It stretched wide and long, just like back home. He watched the water trickle over the rocks that stood high enough to disturb it. It was peaceful here, a place where his mind could wander and his muscles could relax in the cool evening. He rested his head on his paws, great satellite ears flickering this way and that, picking up sounds that others failed to notice. A field mouse scratched in the bushes somewhere behind him, a bird nested in a nearby tree, the water babbled and jabbered like a newborn child, sounds were everywhere - and he heard them all. Even in the most solitary place he could find there was noise, but he liked noise. He thrived on it. Balderdash shifted, eyes following a sound his ears had detected but could not discern. Finally he arrived at a conclusion: paws. Another canine lingered nearby, and from the sound of it, directly in front of him. Eyes of gold scanned the area in front of him, coming across the figure of a large - impressively large - wolf. His dappled coat served wonders to keep him hidden, but what was the use of staying hidden? The wolf was across the river, and couldn't make a move for him now without being seen or heard. Powerful jaws splayed wide open in a lazy yawn accompanied by a characteristic high pitched noise. Eyes remained trained on the wolf, wondering if he knew he was being watched.