Whitefish River the road goes ever on

he had seen the woman once at Saena's den, but only briefly. they had settled for the night; Casmir had slipped into his familiar routine of patrolling the small area that they had chosen for themselves. he had taken his turns carrying each pup; returning little Laurel to the protective embrace of his cousin and her mate, the boy trotted off for a drink.

he saw the elder again, soaking her paws in the cool shallows; the Mayfair child hid a smile and approached to sidle alongside her, dipping his muzzle down to take a long draught. "how are you doing?" he asked kindly, once he had slaked his thirst.