Duck Lake If I would, could you?

Her friend did not meet her gaze, and instead the gold furred wolfess watched as Israel turned her cobalt eyes to the lake. She yearned to learn more about her, and as she felt the greyed beauty's figure shift beside her, she wondered silently if anything was troubling her. Once again, soft words left the lips of the agouti and Simatra remained quiet, drinking in what little information greeted her ears.

Unlike Israel, Simatra knew not of Idaho, only of Awenasa and the surrounding lands. On her travels, she had given names to the few places she had paused to rest at yet those were long since discarded. "Pack life would suit me," she'd reply, blinking softly as her partner's gaze now turned to her own. "A young wolf taught me of a group that's settled not far off. A few days walk down the valley. I was thinking of going there, or at least paying him a visit." It would give her a purpose at least, yet whether Israel was interested left her words in more of a questioning manner.