Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

Anwyl held tight as Wildfire dipped down into the water for a drink. The water looked alright, but according to her it tasted metallic. Well that only made Anwyl want to taste it himself, but he didn't because Wildfire was already moving again. He jumped to his paws with a smile, his tail wagging behind his head. Yeah sure! I'm up for it. He stood back and watched the female analyze the path ahead of them. She was very clever, she seemed like she was probably a great tracker as well. She popped him a question, leaving their route up to him. She was very fast paced, and kind of hard to keep up with. Spicy.

Right. Right looks good to me. In other words, right looks less scary. He took the lead from there, he wanted to prove to her that he wasn't really a scaredy cat. He could be brave too. He scooted his way along the rocky ledge, his clean silver flank becoming filled with a sooty color of dirt and mineral. He wanted to learn more about his companion so he decided to make conversation as the went along.

So your from a pack? I'm just guessing, you smell like one. He glanced back at her, his icy blue eyes flashing a hint of curiosity before they swiveled back to watch his paws.