The Tyrant alpha
The females hesitate at the edge, gingerly dipping their paws into the water and yipping among each other.
The pups can all swim, but they’re still small, reckless, and rambunctious. Auggie, who’s made of more daring than muscle, makes an instant break for it, sailing the current almost past the sharp bend downstream before my wolf can bound through the water to fetch him back. Meanwhile, back by shore, Bowen slips on a slick stone and stages a dramatic slow-motion drowning in the five-inch shallows like a turtle stuck on his back.
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