Totoka River So this is it....

She had walked for only a few minutes before she discerned a wolf's voice from the barrage of gull and ocean. Straining with her single eye to look at the direction of the shout, she perked up instantly at the sight of a white, freckled pelt. Charon! She smiled in return, closing the distance between them, tail wagging in a friendly manner. "I did." She beamed, noticing the difference in his size in the month between their last meeting. He was bigger than her, bigger than Damien even. That's what four month's difference did to you.

"How's your pack doing?" She asked, interested at how Charon fared as Beta, the youngest she was sure to ever know. She hoped that he was doing a good job, but being second-in-command was rough on anyone, especially on someone his age. She didn't know how large the pack was either, by the Void, she hadn't even met any other Stavanger wolf besides him! They could be from a different pack culture; her mother did say there was a lot of cultural diversity here in Teekon.