Totoka River let it spill quietly from your hands

thanks for joining! would wednesday smell like ferahgo? dont want to PP

there was no mistaking the massive shadow that spilled over the pale sand -- nor the equally large leviathan that seemed to to command it. the rakish coyote lifted her jagged muzzle from the water in which she had lapped -- rivulets of liquid poured from her angled jaw and pattered into the stream. the she-wolf blinked, her fierce tourmaline gaze resting on the goliath that approached.

she canted her muzzle skyward and inhaled, noting the brine and the blood that salted the pale wolf's scent. caiaphas' hackles raised slightly and shrewdly she watched the wolf for any sign of a limp or weakness. "run into a rough crowd lately?" the coywolf's voice was wry, and the inquiry loaded with some strange semblance of veiled entendre.