They went fishing on the other side of the lake, outside the Haze. Agatha took every opportunity possible to be out from under it's dampening influence. How the other wolves in town could stand it, she'd never know.
In response to George, her tongue lulled out of her mouth happily. She liked being a wolf. Agatha could get away with giving him soulful eyes or resting her chin on his leg without it getting awkward. To most of the campers it would like like a boy and his dog. Very few people could tell the difference between a husky and wolf. And those who could tell could be lulled into a false sense of security with the explanation that Aggie was only "part wolf."
They hadn't caught a single fish. But that wasn't really the point.
So, once George drew in his line Aggie ran off the dock and jumped into the lake. The best part? When she swam back to shore, trotted up next to George and shook out her fur. Wolf humor.
She tried not to think about Eddie. Agatha worried.