Whitefish River Someone Purer

Its okay :D Short posts are da domb

Clear water was the worst kind of friend. It always showed the truth and never lessened its impact. Her eyes look hollow, lost in themselves, and her masked face appeared thinner than usual. How could she forget the deep scar that rippled along her muzzle? Tuwawi's tongue rolled over the notch in her lip and remembered the sting of the cougar's claws. However, the water did not only show the physical — it also betrayed the mental and emotional.

She sneered, and bent down to take another gulp, causing her reflection to become obscured once more. From her peripheral, she noticed a black smear parting the reeds, ebbing into her space like the river on the shore. Tuwawi's head turned to face him; her usually sharp expression shrouded by drowsiness. Regardless, it was still indifferent — but forlorn.

He was a lean man and appeared to move with the care of a long-legged spider. All of his features seemed to disappear into his inky pelt, save for the ice white bib that ran along his underside. His vivid gaze was chilling, haunted like a wendigo's, but also introspective and equally interested. Tuwawi didn't know exactly how to greet this stranger, but his body language seemed casual, and it caused her ruddy ears to cup towards the man, inviting him closer.

currently sports a radio collar around her neck.