Whitefish River reignwolf

Young Bones didn't anticipate company but it came anyway, arriving with a splash and a string of hot words. The young she-wolf blinked at the sopping wet Ira, then let an easy smile wind its way onto her face. He looked so adorable with his fur all wet and spiky. She intuited that telling him so would infuriate him, especially considering his already sour temper. For the moment, she held her tongue.

"What do you mean?" she asked instead, her tone light. She was truly uncertain what he meant. "Are these waters shark-infested?" Bones guessed playfully.