Great Bear Wilderness We get to carry each other

Help comes to those, who... wait? Osprey was not sure, if the quote she had in mind even went like this, but it fit well to the occasion. She had dosed off in a dreamless sleep, though part of her mind was still aware of what was going on around her. A skill she had learned, while a lone wolf in the wilds. The only time, when she truly let her guard down, when she was sure that Dante was by her side. 

This time she woke up to the sound of the water splashing, moving and dripping, as if someone was getting out of the lake. Good thing it wasn't any of the sea-monsters she had been told about as a kid and thus large part of her childhood had been spent as far away from any large  from any big sources of water as possible. No. It was a wolf - wet to the core, but before she began to wonder, how much liquid the wolf's coat could soak up, she realized that this was a familiar face too. 

Burke, wasn't it? As always their rendezvous were unexpected and not planned. "I see you are running with the water rats, nowadays," she returned. "Can't say that pleasure is all mine," she teased him and chuckled, thus indicating quite the contrary.