Totoka River There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever

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In her much younger days, Andronika had found the rain to be rather bothersome and annoying, always dampening her once finely groomed fur and keeping her from romping outside. Now, however, as a wolf whom had traversed across many different lands and experienced worse states of wellbeing, she had come to appreciate the rain. She liked the gentle shower of spring, the way it slowly penetrated her coat of land debris and sea salt, washing over her like the careful licks of a mother's tongue. A second bath, she mused, though it did little to clense her of that salty sea smell... regardless, the rain was still welcome and felt very nice.

A good majority of her time was spent just feeling the rain, letting it soak through her pelt with her eyes closed and a tranquil look on her face. Now it had was lessening though, slowing to light drops that could hardly be felt against her thick outer coat. This realization caused a frown to pull at her lips, not really wanting the shower to end, but perhaps was time to stop standing around doing nothing, to move on and actually do something productive. That idea in mind, what did she want, or rather need, to do? Well, for starter's, she was positively parched. All this travel along the coast with so much water at her disposal, yet not a drop to drink, as salt water wasn't very... good. She'd found that out the hard way upon first arriving in the region. With a mouth as dry as the sand (and she would certainly know how dry that was), she figured she needed to find something to drink, and quick. So the youth began dedicating her time not to enjoying the rain, but to sluething out any nearby source of freshwater she could find.

It took her a while, still not fully accustomed to this land or the act of tracking, but she did eventually do it. Traversing further inland, she happened upon a nicely sized river nestled amidst the greenary of a forest, framed by rocky shores and towering trees on either side. 'Twas through these trees that she spotted the rushing waters, the sparkling sight coupled with the sound of a steady roar. However, the land didn't exactly seem to slope, slightly puzzling the she wolf as to how she'd get down. From her obscurred view, she couldn't tell where the shore started either. So she curiously trotted forward to investigate.

Now poking through the trees and in better view of the the river's true edge, she found hrself atop a rather steep incline of rocks, leading down to the banks below. Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed analytically, a small "hmph" escaping her muzzle as she surveyed the land, pondering the safest way down. Her downcast gaze traced all the way along the banks to her left and right, searching for a better path, until her eyes suddenly landed upon a wolfish figure not too far away, already down at the water's edge and lapping at it's content. The appearance of the stranger caused her to silently gasp, eyes going wide and muscles tensing in alarm, feeling that all too familiar sense of panic whenever she spotted a wolf that could be a threat. The shock quickly faded though, Andronika now more used to happening upon wolves she didn't recognize, and she instead became more interested in just how he got down there. The rocks he seemingly decended from seemed just as steep as her own, no distinct path carved out for him to travel down. 

Maybe it's worse than it looks... She thought slowly, returning her pale gaze to the rocks below. Yes... now that she looked at it... If she stepped there, then lowered herself over there... Concentrating hard, her eyes trained on the rocks, she slowly but surely began to make her own path, decending from rocky perch to rocky perch and bringing herself closer to the bottom. The process went surprisingly well until she found herself without another prech to step on, but at this distance, she chanced allowing herself to slip down, and that too worked pretty well, aside from her pushing a few smaller stones into the river below. Now finding herself at the water's edge, she took a mere second to glance at the stranger, warily scanning to see if he'd noticed her yet, then she carefully waded out into the slow, lazy shallows and dipped her head to drink, quickly lapping up the fresh water to soothe her prached throat and mouth.
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