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

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There was a certain level of relief that he reached, an appeasement, while he drank. When his thirst was satiated Pendragon did not lift his head away from the coursing vein of water; rather, he loomed over it and watched as the light caught in the river. He studied the way the light curved as the water hit the rocks upon the bottom of the shallows - he searched with a vague sense of interest for any fish among its depths, but did not move from his position. Before long there was a scuffling sound behind him — then adjacent to him — and a few rocks scattered and splashed in to the river. Some were carried a few feet and deposited among their brethren (likely never to be lifted free again), while other bits disintegrated.

The man turned his attention - ears first - towards the sounds. He turned his head next, and saw the fair-haired woman coming down the incline after him. What had taken Pendragon much consideration and time seemed to be a simpler task for her. The clay dust still dominated the fur of his paws and lower limbs, even a patch upon his belly from where the steep incline had become nearly impossible for his bulky body to traverse (he'd lowered to his belly and slipped down part of the way, similar to the manner in which the girl tumbled those last few feet). But she made it, and he was glad upon seeing the accomplishment.

Pendragon returned to watching the river, acting a bit coy, for he did not wish to intrude upon her any further than he had (as unintentional as the watching might've been). He pivoted an ear as he listened to her tiny sounds, such as her claws upon the bedrock of the river's edge, or the subtle noises of her lapping at the water. The pair of them were not so close that they were crowding one another, but the area which provided access to the river was rather narrow. Pendragon had to stand with one paw in the river so as not to get too close to her — although he held a diminutive posture all the same, his tail low but flicking invitingly, just in case she wished for company — and he took to watching the soil lift from the fur up to his ankle while time ticked on.