Totoka River Flowers are happy things.

Julooke smiled when he offered his name, Nice to meet you, Dante, she replied. He said he had just arrived here, but didn't offer more details. The white female sensed he was on the private side of the openness spectrum, and didn't prod him any more, at least right then. She figured there would be time after fishing, if he felt like talking.

He admitted to having patients. There were still some days when Julooke felt like a three month old pup who just couldn't contemplate waiting for anything. It was a conscious effort for her practice patients, and sometimes she still failed. As patient as Dante was, he missed his catch. The fish had just been out of reach. She motioned toward the water, Try again, she encouraged him. Eventually, one will come really close. You should wait for that one, she recommended. When he asked if she did this often, she shook her head. Not these days. I did when I was a yearling, though. The pack I was born in was fond of fish, and my big sister taught be how to catch them. There was plenty of deer and small land prey, but fishing was always... fun to me, she said with a smile. She loved diving her head into the water. It was just a plus that sometimes she came out with a fish.