He jumped. And hit the water with a deafening splash. The river was his favorite place to go when the weather began to
heat up. His heavy coat was a white-golden hue with cream underneath on his belly and beneath his tail, which wagged from
it's cage in the water. He lapped at it eagarly, white auds flickering at the sounds of people shouting and boats honking.
He muttered to himself about the noise
people created. "Roman!" a voice called from behind him. He turned sharply in the water, a snarl playing upon his muzzle
which dissapeared when he saw it was a comrad. "Roman, some new dog's up at the junkyard." Roman nodded his head in dissmissal.
Let his beta take care of it, it was too hot for the husky to be fighting some mutt. Perhaps he might even get another follower
out of it. Dismissing
the thought from his head, he lay down, lapping the water gently. It darkened the white of his coat, simmered around
him. He'd been born on the streets and in the two years he been alive, he'd worked his way to the top. And he had worked.
His coat was tight with taut muscles, ready to spring at a moments warning. -done-
