Gilded Bay the depths are calling

he sensed the wolf wanted to draw closer, and he was fine with that. he was amenable to providing warmth and comfort, so long as the other didn't take advantage of it. he let his shoulder brush briefly against the other before pulling away, eyes still fixed on the road ahead. finally, after a moment or two of silence, he spoke.

where are you from? govinda asked softly, glancing over at the brown, sodden wolf. do you live around here? the brine made it hard to distinguish any familiar scents; all he smelled like to govinda was the sea. not a bad thing, normally, but not great for ascertaining someone's origin.