Whitefish River up the river

a small sound disturbed his rest, and, with some effort, he peeled his eyes open to see a sleek silvery figure close by, golden eyes staring him down. he squinted, trying to make out who it was. a friend? her attitude suggested uncertainty, but not necessarily violence. further inspection revealed a very pretty young she-wolf, rugged like the mountains on the horizon but still full of feminine grace.

"oh! hello, there." with a soft greeting of his own, aditya lurched to his feet. almost instantaneously, his head swam, and he felt himself crash back down onto his haunches, vision blurring dizzily. he gave a rueful chuckle, smiling at her. "my apologies. i'm a little weary from travel."

unable to step closer, he wrapped his banner of a tail around his forepaws and wriggled it in greeting. "my name is aditya. . .but you can call me 'adi.' everyone does." twisting his head the best he could, he gave a short nod towards whence he came. "i washed up on an island over there about a week or so ago. i received help, but i got bored. . .so here i am!"