Totoka River i spend my money on the regular miracles

a relieved smile spreads over his features when the other wolf says he likes exploring, tail beginning to sway from side to side again. his head tilts a moment later at his question, ears perked. a what? he asks, eyes sparkling with curiosity. what's a — a fish? he's almost hesitant in testing the word; it rolls off his tongue strangely, and he can't help but wonder what such a creature might look like. his gaze flits to the river, scanning the surface eagerly, but quickly returns to his companion, expecting an explanation.