Whitefish River Solo estamos tú y yo

@Dirge Thread title means "it's just you and me"

She departed once tryong desperately to find someplace where she could belong or hell even someone who could understand her. She knew the odds of that were very slim and it made her depressed in a way.

Far to the east he ranged, this trip surely to consume the day. He had expressed his venture to @Nyx before departing towards the river, keen on seeing how things had changed in the weeks that had passed since then. It seemed just as pertinent to stretch his legs over less familiar ground, to shed the weight of responsibility if only for a short while. He wasn't quite eager to say things were coming together, but the woodland was inclined to house more than he and his sister. A meager band of wolves to tend to things, the very thing he sought to test by excluding himself temporarily.

The rush of water reached him long before he had a clear line of sight on it, the recent rains having broadened and altered its course ever so gently in the swath of plain. The mountains in the east stood proudly still as he regarded them, and the interior flatland held fast to warmth shed by the coast. Intermittent sounds were to follow; frogs, crickets, flighty songbirds all sang their chorus pieces to add to the idyllic scene. It was pleasant, if nothing else.

With little mind to whether or not the muddied banks were occupied, he ranged along them in the shallow waters, long legs into broad strokes as he felt the silt laden bottom and what they had to offer. He considered trying his hand at fishing, able to pick out the dark shapes of fish just a reach away, but it seemed frivolous—it was not his preferred way of hunting, though he had some skill with it. Instead Dirge observed them as he trailed along, his tail waving out of beat with his watery steps.

Catalina was walking along the river, lost in her thoughts and looked at the fish swimming so freely within it. Wothout a single care in world. How she longed for the feeling, but as of now the she wolf was pulled from her thoughts by the figure of another wolf. Carefully she loosened her stance and posture. She was not in the mood for any bad impressions.

Ahead of him, another emerged from the brush. Her arrival to the riverfront drew his attention away from the dark shimmer of fish and his steps came to a slow halt in the waters as he regarded her. She did the same, but with the span of the river between them and its depths untested here, he did not make his way across. A simple regard and study for each other was all he could recieve and give, and he passed by her with an easy wave of his tail and a smile.

Perhaps another place along the water their path would cross.

concluding vaguely here.