Totoka River Hold my hand, it's a long way down

it was a beautifully coherent post, i assure you <3

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Reflecting with lamp-warm sunlight, the river’s presence becomes visible even before Grievous can see the water himself. There is a subtle spray in the air, and a blinding glint on the horizon that tells him exactly where the river is; beckoning the thirsting wolf to its banks. He might have picked up his fluid gait to reach the water sooner, but his pace began to slow when it became apparent that he was about to cross paths with another wolf— a teenager. Blanketed in the palest earth tones, she had a severity to her whippish profile that made him think of the Wildlings from the Blacksea; for as far as he could tell, this girl was no pampered maiden, but a hardened survivor with steel in her eyes.

Their gazes locked only briefly— like a stray bolt of lightning striking soundlessly between them— but upon seeing no challenge there, he returned his cavernous eyes to the water, and closed what distance there was left. He splashed into the the river, wading in chest-deep shallows as he lapped up the largest mouthfuls of water he could manage. Most of his focus was on coolness of the water snaking around him like an exposed stone, but he searched for the girl at the bank, keeping a curious gold eye on her as he could.

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