Totoka River Hummingbird, just let me die

Much to his delight, the black-furred stranger accepted his wordless invitation and she followed him onto the river’s bank and back towards the flock of birds, but not before spraying him with some drops of water as she shook her fur. Meanwhile, the greying black wolf remained in the spot that the flock of seagulls had been. They had only a moment’s reprieve as they settled back on the ground not far from him before he came into motion.

Charon and the other wolf followed; first the greying black wolf crashed through the gulls, breaking their group and sending them scattered through the sky. Loud squawks of protest escaped their bills as Charon and the other wolf came along. Teeth snapped shut in the air, never catching more than a feather or two between his teeth. Charon didn’t remember having this much fun in some time.