Cerulean Cape breaking water

The scarred she-wolf shook her head at Eva. She didn't want help. The curiosity was overwhelming; who was this one-eyed male to the white wolf? Were they merely packmates, or something more? They both lived on an island, and the male had somehow been injured. Eva wondered what had happened to him, but such a question felt very invasive.

"Of course; I hope he's okay," she said. "Can you think of where he might have gone? I can at least head in a different direction and tell you if I find him." She offered an anxious smile, knowing what it felt like to be worried about family. Or friends. Or whatever.