Whitefish River that man is not your maker

She spent a while outside her pack's borders, though eventually Turquoise felt compelled to return despite her personal drama. She didn't want anybody to think she'd run away or anything, especially after she'd blabbed her problems to Styx. Turq winced as she recollected that encounter, inwardly rebelling at the sense of vulnerability it engendered. She then sighed through her nose, painfully aware that there wasn't much she could do about it now; she couldn't exactly take it all back.

On her roundabout way home, Turquoise came to the river bank and padded alongside it until she found some calm shallows. Without hesitation, she strode into the water, which came up to her chest at the deepest point. Even as she slogged through it toward the opposite shore, she spotted a white figure on the yonder hillside. Turq paused, the sound of splashing diminishing as she stood still. Then, more intrigued than anything, she finished her trek across the river and hopped onto the bank, giving her tawny fur—which shone a deep, lustrous gold now that it was wet—a hearty shake before launching up the hillside.

"Hey!" she called, happy to seize upon a distraction that would stall her arrival home and the inevitable confrontation with Rivet. In all her inner turmoil, she'd pretty much forgotten that Rivet knew nothing of her hot and heavy encounter with Dany and that she probably never would've suspected anything if the Gunner hadn't inexplicably run off for several days. Turquoise had really dug her own grave. There was part of her that was so far ahead of herself that she was considering just breaking it off with Rivet the instant she saw her, to save them both from the fallout.

But all of that was crammed to the back of the Sigma's head as she loped closer to the pale-furred, black-footed stranger. "I like your socks," she said cheekily. It was funny to her because Turq herself wore knee-length black stockings on her own four legs, which were sore from all the running around in the past few days. She stretched them even as her gemstone eyes scrutinized the other she-wolf. "Are you in Neverwinter...?"