Whitefish River do you remember summer '09

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The girl glanced up, a man of soft browns and caramels looking over her. She raised her head from the river, water dripping from her white lips and falling into the rushing water. She licked her muzzle carefully, studying the man in return. "Hello," she replied, her soft voice calm and crystal clear. Since her encounter with the pirates, Aria had become somewhat cautious around strangers. Somehow, though, this one didn't appear to frighten her. 

"Looking for something?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and her soft white fur fluffing up gently. She was petite, her fur was merely giving an illusion. All wolves knew this trick, and it wasn't helpful towards other wolves, but it was merely instinct.