Whitefish River Summer dress

“I could not turn down an offer from such a respectable man as yourself,” she rejoined with a smile, redirecting her course to the river's edge, where she paused to drink deeply. When she emerged, licking her chops free of the chill water, she offered him the amicable swaying of her tail and the splaying of ears to the sides of her head, a posture Jinx had always considered “comfortable” and rarely used in the presence of others.

“The choice is yours to make, not mine. You know where you may find us if you decide to throw your lot in with us.” With that, the female brushed amiably past the lone wolf, punctuating their conversation with a brief, affectionate nip to his shoulder before heading back the way they'd come. Bagheera would make a valuable pack wolf if he chose to stand with Silvertip Mountain, but she suspected he would want to get to know the other leaders for himself, as well. She knew she would see him again either way.