Whitefish River reignwolf

Bones eventually clambered onto the bank, spinning around to see if Ira would immediately jump out as well. She plopped down beside the river, tilting her head to the right to let water drain out of one charcoal ear before lifting a hind leg to scratch at an itch behind said ear. She then straightened out and regarded her companion with a slight smirk on her wet face.

"Well, I'm no shark," she belatedly replied. "I'm not the one running around, threatening to kill passerby," she quipped, referring to Ira's earlier warnings. She gave him a stern, pointed look, though her face melted into an easygoing grin a moment later.

"I gotta pee," she announced suddenly, rising and padding a few feet downriver, then veering away from it slightly. "Don't look!" she shouted to Ira before squatting and relieving herself, then promptly springing back to Ira's side once she finished. "You didn't look, did you, blaggard?" she teased him, her nose fleetingly touching his wet cheek.