09-18-2018, 10:58 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]It was far warmer here than it was back in Alaska. Victor was use to the bitter coldness, the days that went all night, and the horrid winters that terrorized the state. Nonetheless, he enjoy the climate here just as much. The island was surly a sight for he had never seen anything like. After having settled in did the Siberian husky decide to head out and explore his new home. Awe was clear across his face as he looked at everything he passed, the bright green vines, the colorful birds, and oddly-shaped bugs. Once he got his fair share of the jungle did he decide to head down to beach.
Pushing past the trees did his ivory paws meet the warm, white sand. He drew in a breath, enjoying the taste of the water. Victor trotted through the shallow water, enjoying the feeling of the water flowing over his paws. Back in Alaska, he swam all the time. The water was absolutely freezing, but growing up in that climate made you tolerant to it. He was already starting to shed, loosing his thick coat he had acquired from the snow and ice back in Alaska. Appearing to have drifted off into another thought did a sudden squeaking sound bring him back to his senses. Victor came to a stop, blue eyes scanning to find the source of the noise. Looking out across the water did he spot a small yellow figure bobbing frantically in the water. It was a duckling. The duckling was in trouble for he saw rather large fish swimming under it, daring one another to snap up the little duck.
Without much thought did Victor crash into the water, his powerful legs pulling him towards the duckling. His rapid movements had done the trick of frighting the fish away, but also caused the duckling to panic even more. "Hold on little one." Very carefully did he scoop the duckling up using his head. Much to his relief, the duckling did not jump back into the water, but simply sat on top of his head, knowing that Victor was here to help. Paddling back to the shore did he notice he caught the attention of something else. Climbing out of the water did he see a large white duck running towards him, a handful of fuzzy babies in tow. Lowering his head, the duckling hopped off, joining their siblings. Taking a seat to watch the happy reunion, Victor noticed all the ducklings and mother duck all came running towards him. It is because of this can the male be found laying on the beach, a mass of yellow ducklings clambering all over him with the mother duck laying by his side, watching.
Pushing past the trees did his ivory paws meet the warm, white sand. He drew in a breath, enjoying the taste of the water. Victor trotted through the shallow water, enjoying the feeling of the water flowing over his paws. Back in Alaska, he swam all the time. The water was absolutely freezing, but growing up in that climate made you tolerant to it. He was already starting to shed, loosing his thick coat he had acquired from the snow and ice back in Alaska. Appearing to have drifted off into another thought did a sudden squeaking sound bring him back to his senses. Victor came to a stop, blue eyes scanning to find the source of the noise. Looking out across the water did he spot a small yellow figure bobbing frantically in the water. It was a duckling. The duckling was in trouble for he saw rather large fish swimming under it, daring one another to snap up the little duck.
Without much thought did Victor crash into the water, his powerful legs pulling him towards the duckling. His rapid movements had done the trick of frighting the fish away, but also caused the duckling to panic even more. "Hold on little one." Very carefully did he scoop the duckling up using his head. Much to his relief, the duckling did not jump back into the water, but simply sat on top of his head, knowing that Victor was here to help. Paddling back to the shore did he notice he caught the attention of something else. Climbing out of the water did he see a large white duck running towards him, a handful of fuzzy babies in tow. Lowering his head, the duckling hopped off, joining their siblings. Taking a seat to watch the happy reunion, Victor noticed all the ducklings and mother duck all came running towards him. It is because of this can the male be found laying on the beach, a mass of yellow ducklings clambering all over him with the mother duck laying by his side, watching.