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The white and orange wolf was tired. His bi-colored eyes scanned the area. A creek ran along the path he planned to take. He had just come out of the mountains and the lower elevation air was a relief. Taking a deep breathe, he began dragging his tired butt towards the creek. It wasn't a fast creek, but it foamed at the edges of the bank. The pup looked down into the creek and watched the water rush by. Sunlight bounced off the water surface and into the puppy's eyes, blinding him.

He stumbled in his moment of darkness and by the time he could see, he was falling off the bank into the creek. It happened so fast that he was unable to take a breath before plunging into the water. His lungs screamed and he flailed around. The creek wasn't deep, but he was still a pup so he was small enough to drown in the shallow water. A light started to appear as his muscles lost the ability to move. The pup thought it would be great if he could breathe again when suddenly he took a deep breath. He was still under water and slowly drifting down the creek, but he could breathe! The strange finominon baffled the pup, but he grasped the chance to lift his head out of the water.

Then, he snagged a paw on the bank to pull the rest of his body out of the water. He was soaked to the bone and he was shaken by the strange event. Was this his new power? It frightened him, but that was okay, he liked this new feeling. Maybe he would experiment on how it worked later. For now, he needed to dry off. A nearby rock emitted a heat that beckoned the pup. He climbed up onto the smoldering rock and lay down. The heat would easily dry his pelt in a matter of minutes, but he fell asleep before he could find out. 

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Pumpkin

The white and orange pup yawned and looked around. Amoux Creek was normal and the sun had passed noon. He must have slept for about three hours or so. Fighting the urge to close his eyes and go back to sleep, Pumpkin stood up and stretched his stiff muscles. The rock below him had long since gone cold, but it felt good now that he was dry and the sun was high. Now that he was well rested and ready to think, Pumpkin jumped down from the boulder. Choosing a nice patch of green grass, he tilted his head in thought.

What did he do to get the air in the water? Maybe it was that he had gone limp. But he didn't want to experience that again, so he wouldn't try that again unless he had to. Maybe it was closing his eyes and emptying his mind. What was that called again? Oh, right, meditating. Pumpkin closed his bi-colored eyes and let every thought in his head disappear. That wasn't too hard since he was a pup with little to think about. He waited a few minutes before opening his eyes to see if it worked. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. Nothing was happening. No breeze or bubble of air around his head! This angered Pumpkin. He had been going at this for about ten minutes and he was not a patient puppy!

Pumpkin started growling and stomping. Why...wasn't...this...working?! He banged his foot down in a rhythm, trying to quench his frustration. The grass around him was stomped out in random places as Pumpkin threw his tantrum. Finally quieting down, he lay on the grass and put his head on his paws. He thought about what should have happened. A breeze should have been flowing across the ground in front of him. Looking at the grass, he watched them bend in the breeze. This vision was so vivid. He could feel it in his fur. Ok, time to stop tormenting himself with what could have happened but didn't. 

Wait a minute, the breeze wasn't his imagination! It had really happened! Leaves from a forest a little ways away had been whisked over to the creek. That means that it worked! He had thought about it happening and it did. Thinking again, he wanted to make a soft sweep of air move the leaf sitting in from of him. Imagining it happening, he watched as the leaf twitched, then flew into the creek. Wow! This was amazing!

Pumpkin kept practicing his new skill all afternoon. He pushed leaves into the river, flung them in the air (and then tried to catch them), and gave himself a nice breeze to dry off after he fell in the creek again. When he fell in, he also used his power the same way he did the first time. This was an exciting afternoon for Pumpkin and the reason he was so pooped. He had to take breaks in between his experiments with the wind because it took a lot out of him. Now he was drained. 

It it was going to be cold tonight, so he decided to find shelter in the nearby forest. As the sun was setting, Pumpkin stood and dragged his paws across the grass. The puppy yawned. Maybe tomorrow he would mess with the wind some more. His eyes half closed, he smiled at the thought and kept trekking towards the inviting shelter of trees.