The World's Enemy
02-12-2015, 10:55 PM
Boring this place was. Maybe it was because Alvin wasn't big yet, maybe it was because Bass didn't want him or his brother's going too far from the pack lands. Whatever it was, Alvin hated it. He woke up every morning and it was either sit on the top of a hill and watch the wolves go by, or sit and stare at the fish swimming in the river. He had grown accustomed to it, but he sure wasn't having any fun.
Today he went to the rapids, looking down at the fish as he always did. But he had a sudden desire to start reaching his paw inside the rushing water. But it went from a little ripple to a whole paw as he watched the fish flee from his harmless touch. He wasn't going to eat them, he couldn't even fish. But he found it oddly amusing how scared they were of such a thoughtless movement.
If Bass caught him half way in the water right now, he would probably lose his mind in thinking that Alvin would be drowning right after his father. Too bad the man wasn't here, Alvin was thinking about jumping in...
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Today he went to the rapids, looking down at the fish as he always did. But he had a sudden desire to start reaching his paw inside the rushing water. But it went from a little ripple to a whole paw as he watched the fish flee from his harmless touch. He wasn't going to eat them, he couldn't even fish. But he found it oddly amusing how scared they were of such a thoughtless movement.
If Bass caught him half way in the water right now, he would probably lose his mind in thinking that Alvin would be drowning right after his father. Too bad the man wasn't here, Alvin was thinking about jumping in...