Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

the man's smile was rakish, pleased; her plume stirred with an answering affability. "i could ask de same of you," she teased back, lifting her forepaws from the water and lapping droplets from her slim wrists. "have you been explorin', den?" the quartermaster inquired conversationally, shifting so that she might fully engage her packmate with the alert anticipation of her mismatched gaze.