Totoka River the upper peninsula

Despite her lean musculature, Coelacanth rarely turned down a meal. She was still thinner than she ought to have been, but the ectomorphic Groenendael was gradually putting on weight and muscle and no longer looked so skeletal and wraithlike. Cheerfully, she nodded to the smallish male whose tan-backed ears canted forward toward her, muzzle ducking shyly as she wondered how to ask him to follow her. She backed away from him a few paces, tossing her finely sculpted head, then made a wide circle around him on sprightly paws that traced the territory with intimate familiarity. When she was certain she had his attention, she trotted a few steps further inland — away from her island, which was truly a shame! — and paused. Slim jaws parted on a “bark” that offered no sound, merely the rush of air and the muted click of her incisors. “Come with me?” she begged wordlessly.