Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

How fortunate he was to have found her, of all people. He could hear the emotion in her voice — see the shine of her eyes too, for which he felt some guilt — and then tried to soothe her as they walked, grooming at her scruff carefully or pressing his shoulder to her's, even batting his tail in broad strokes so that it wagged in tandem with her's. Things he often did with his sister — his people were not afraid of contact, or shared spaces.

The river was getting closer, although it would be a while before either wolf found the great vein of it pulsing through the earth. The scent of brine had begun to fade on the wind, and even the rain had all but ceased now. As loathe as Pendragon was to separate from this divine creature... There was still a weight upon his mind, and he wished to levy it alone.

Rhona.. he murmured softly, crooned almost, and breathed a sigh. When we find the river... I will need some time. There is much for me to think about, to... to put in to perspective. To mourn, he would have added, but that was obvious by the sag of his shoulders, the weight he still carried upon his bruised back. But I do not want to leave you for long. Would that be... alright?