Arron covered his face, then jumped into the pond, making a large splash. He hoped it soaked her as his head popped back out of the water.
Sharon's little tail wagged as she wandered the forest, giggling as she hunted bugs and other things. She'd been alone for about a week now, though she was only 5 months old. Her mother was gone, shot by a hunter. Sharon was alone, but she continued on.

