Whitefish River here and there

An eagle of some kind perched in a near by tree with a screech and waited perhaps it was waiting on fish in the river or watching them, that would be hard to discern without knowing what it was that the birds thought. Ferdie’s ear flicked toward the bird for only the barest moment and then promptly forgot about it, the femme before him much more real and interesting

The instant she stopped before him, he looked surprised for a moment, his tail swayed back and forth a few times. Though his tail was high over his back, his eyes were soft as he looked upon her. Quickly he realized he should say something, but he was at a loss for words. He had nothing to offer her in conversation, and he had yet to hear her voice, her scent told him she was female, her petite size too. He may have been the bigger wolf, indeed twice her weight but he was sure she’d be far more agile then him.

Ferdie Von Pelt closed his eyes and reopened them, deciding to give her the honest answer to her unspoken question. “I can’t help but stare, My apologies.” He dipped his head a little and his ears moved sideways, offering unspoken, his own confusion. “Since we are here, might we travel together, at least for a while? My name is Ferdie.” He offered up his name so she might think him less a stranger and more of an acquaintance.

Maybe it was the spring air but he felt strangely playful, though it didn’t seem this femme was much for childish play; perhaps the weather and the chance meeting might draw something ‘not of the norm’ out of them both.