Tinker found the stream with no trouble. She stepped into the merry stream and the water only came just over the tops of her feet. Never had cold water tasted so good . Maybe because it was clear enough to see little fishes swimming just under the surface, but it slaked her thirst. Tinker was mesmerized by the small fish. Leaping from fish to fish, she splashed around, wetting her fur. Even though the day was cold, bright but cold, she was hot and her fur felt sticky from the bloody meal she had just consumed. So she just plopped down in the water, watching it turn pink around her as the rivulets carried the blood away.<br/><br/>She saw Warren coming and rose to meet him, shaking water vigorously with her feet braced and her head down.<br/><br/>“Hey Warren, you probably need to rest. But let’s don’t stay at that house with the deer carcass in the yard. Some other wolves might be drawn by the scent. Maybe we can find another house around close by and you sleep while I sit guard. I feel so alive. I never noticed the small details around me before. I see, smell and hear everything. You will be able to sleep knowing I’m on watch. This shifting stuff is scary but I think I have been missing out on some really good experiences. I’m up for it.”<br/><br/>Tinker began chasing her tail until she fell over in a heap with the tip of it in her mouth.