Totoka River "he waits for the wind to carry him home."

i have an irish wolfhound/lab mix; she is the best and clarence is just as adorable lmao <3

heading back in the direction of grimnismal, mahler realized his stride must lengthen if he was to arrive at the storm-torn borders within a reasonable timeframe. and yet he did not hurry too quickly; he was enjoying his time away, and alone. the pack he had chosen was not one of clamour and idle things, yet mahler found himself overwhelmed all the same.
the sunwarmed tendrils of a river led him to its shallows, and the wolf made as if to drink. yet there was another here, and he stared implacably at the odd beast with coarse hair lying prone at its bank.
wolf-like, but not fully lupine, the creature was long-limbed and affable enough. mahler slunk closer with a lift of his lip in warning, but if the other was not aggressive, neither would he show force. quietly he lapped at the river's surface, pausing between moments to glance sidelong at the predator on the bank with his hard lilac eyes.