Whitefish River up the river

another wolf approached, this time with an offer to help. aditya's eyes lit up at the sight. such pretty girls! what heaven had he stumbled into to be met with such beauty? with a smile at the newcomer, he responded, "hello there, pema. i'm aditya. just call me 'adi,' it's easier."

he turned his head back to dawn. "not a cliff, not a tree. the sea tried to drown me. did a damn good job trying, too, but it didn't know who it was messing with." he squinted, recalling the horrific hours he had endured, and added, "actually, yeah, the wind did blow me off a cliff. but this--" he nodded at his ragged, bloodied pelt "--is mainly the sea's work."

dawn went off after offering to hunt, and his stomach rumbled. he was hungry. hadn't eaten since washing up ashore. "so are you ladies sisters? packmates? friends?" he asked pema. "some pack it must be, if everyone there is as gorgeous as you two." aditya said this last line with a non-lecherous wink, trying to make it clear that he was only jesting, not making a creepy attempt to string her along.