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

The touch surprised him a little, but was very much welcome as it came from not only a packmate, but a woman. He closed his eyes as she continued to groom his wet, sandy fur. He never took the time to groom his coat, but he would never turn down grooming from another. She stated she had only been here for about three months, arriving just as the change in leadership was occurring. He opened his eyes and moved his cerulean gaze to her as she continued to work on his messy coat. That's about as long as I've been here too, he said with a small shrug. I came for Smokestep, but he left shortly after my arrival, he further explained. Then taking a risk, he reached over and made to return the favor and groom the damp fur on her neck. He wasn't sure she'd allow the action, but he tried anyway. If she wasn't open to the affection, he would most certainly stop.