Totoka River you say if you could fly, you’d never come back down

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Respite seemed rare, but even as she relaxed, she was not inattentive. She knew it was necessary here in this place peppered with packs and other predators. And, she had lingered here a while, lucky to have had this much time to herself at the riverside without interruption.

Her ears swung his way and slowly, she peeled open her eyes once she could hear the approach drawing near. It was the smell of an unknown male, and the pack she knew less about, that did inspire some curiosity. To find he was a big, swarthy wolf minus one ear (not a feature she saw much of honestly), at least made her sit up straight to regard him in full.

Passing through? Ame asked while she rose to stretch. She was quick to focus her green eyes on him, sizing him up observantly, but his neutral presentation had yet to pressure her any for the time being. His purpose here could change this, but the loner would decide that when the time came.