Stone Circle Crawl out of love

The little wolf shuffled away from the shoreline and her splashing approach, which only made Nanook figure he wanted to save himself from getting wet. Her movements were rather sloshing and far reaching, so she eased herself into a gentler wade the closer she came.

Nanook cupped her ears toward him, a mirror of his own interest, and at first blinked and momentarily folded her ears against his shout. Nanook glanced down. Water dribbled from every inch of her body and matted her fur in sopping clumps. The river swirled around to collect the steady stream falling from her own body, and she could feel the slide of droplets down her forehead to eddy along the sharp curve of her snout. She blinked again to whisk away the wetness from her eyes. "Um. Yes." She said, and lifted her gaze again.

"Aren't you dry?"

She still had a long way to go in humour.