Swiftcurrent Creek count the stars that are shining in your eye

Though the red crone did not hesitate in her persuit, she could faintly hear a withered conscious in the back of her mind. Is this crazy? the voice queried, cautioning Tuwawi to not be irrational. The silver man - for he was a grown wolf... odd to think of him that way - turned toward the water, his aloof nature only making him appear more enigamtic. She increased her speed, swollen paw aching all the while, wanting so badly for a closer look.

Eventually she became within earshot and cleared her throat noisely, as if to grab his attention. Silver eyes traced his outline, maw parted as if to speak, thought only a wordless breath of labored air hissed between her teeth. What could she say? Uncertainty tangled her mind. Riddeled it with knots. 

She setteled for a small chuff; a simple greeting.