Noctisardor Bypass my throat is a beehive pitched in the river

The water soaks through the layers of her thick coat, logging her fur and making her feel heavier as she stands. Still elbow-deep, she takes a few more laps of water. In short waves, the water wipes out against her legs and cool bite to her limbs is enough to remind her of home. Backing out of the water and shaking it off is an easy fix, compared to being surrounded for miles with snow. 

Florence barely looks up when there’s a shout, quickly overwhelmed with a swift force moving across her chest. She struggles to keep her footing, hooking her nose around the strange wolf’s neck. The affection is strangely welcoming and her light-colored eyes close, swimming in the new smell beneath her nose. Something sweet and new and Florence isn’t entirely sure how to describe but it keeps her close.

She gives the warm embrace a moment before she finally snakes back, slipping from the strange woman’s grasp. It gives her a chance to search her features, trying to find anything familiar about her when her nose had failed to flag any recognition. Florence swallows the lump, heavy in her throat at the sudden shame that warms her cheeks. Her head drops low with a weak attempt at hiding her misplaced guilt.