Whitefish River Solo estamos tú y yo

Ahead of him, another emerged from the brush. Her arrival to the riverfront drew his attention away from the dark shimmer of fish and his steps came to a slow halt in the waters as he regarded her. She did the same, but with the span of the river between them and its depths untested here, he did not make his way across. A simple regard and study for each other was all he could recieve and give, and he passed by her with an easy wave of his tail and a smile.

Perhaps another place along the water their path would cross.

concluding vaguely here.