Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

If Luke could, he would sleep right in the water, hell he would live in it and become one with the fishes. He would be a wolf fish. As it was he hesitated to ever leave its side, not out of fear but out of preference. If water was so far away he could not smell it and get back to it rather quickly he was not a happy camper. Except, he actually probably was happy regardless, but still, he would be looking to return to the water as soon as possible. Fortunately, the next scent to catch his attention happened to be drifting right along the river, and he did not have to stray from his precious water to follow it. At this rate, the sociable wolf would not make much headway in his exploration, so busy was he seeing out all the wolf scents to say hello.

The female was easy to spot in the relative darkness of the woods, her white coat contrasted against the shadows and dark colors of the tree trunks, and her rust colored points were a contrast to her coat. Luke found himself marveling at her rich markings as he approached. "Why, I almost think that red is a better compliment to a white coat than blue," he greeted warmly, his tail wagging and a welcoming smile on his lips.