Totoka River waltzing the waves, diving the deep

Seelie is far too fast and agile for him to have a chance to truly “catch” her as she zips around, but it’s an enjoyable game – no, not quite dancing yet, but for a moment at least they are both free of the burdens of their own thoughts. He nips at the plume of her tail as she whips past him and twists evasively when she comes back around to get in his face, a wide grin pulled across his muzzle as he trots after her.

It is the feathery sheepdog who notices Durnehvirr first, coming to a sudden stop – an inky statue, ears perked forward and one slender forepaw slightly raised. Stockholm slows his gait and turns his attention to where Seelie is looking as the unfamiliar wolf approaches. He cocks his head to the side slightly as he turns to face the approaching shewolf, everything about her posture is friendly and welcoming, but instinct causes him to casually and tactfully place himself between her and Seelie. Just in case.

Still, he whisks his tail amicably, actually glad to see another canine about. “Hello. I hope we aren’t trespassing, my apologies in advance if we are.”

He hadn’t noticed any scent markers, but it’s also possible he had been brooding so deeply that he missed them. Undersea clearly still lingers in his subconcious to make his first assumption upon seeing another canine that they might have accidently lapsed onto a pack's territory.