Great Bear Wilderness Take Your Time

She likely could be perceived dead, given the only sign of life was the small, tiny ripples that her sides and her nostrils created. So small were these with her gentle breathing that one would hardly notice. Tonravik's tiredness came to in this moment, and when her mate splashed her, the woman started slightly, turning to look at him. Tonravik turned to move to his side, wading slowly in his direction before she shifted to rest her muzzle upon his shoulderblades.

There was plenty going on within her that she wasn't all that ware of, given her lack of eyes on the inside. But it did make her relatively more tired than normal, and with the miles they had traveled, some of that tiredness presented itself now. Her dark eyes drifted toward the back of her mates head, her own tail still despite the meek waving of his own. A small yawn could be heard as she nestled her face more into his plush furs, exhaling lightly.