Whitefish River can you dig it?

“Relationship?” Katrina opened her mouth, in awe that Styx even knew what the word meant. From the moment that she had met him she assumed that he had wanted absolutely no relationship whatsoever—not even one that classified them as friends. Although his playful smack to her hindquarters was flirtacious and fun, she wondered if he even knew what a relationship entailed in the long run. As far as she had seen she was only brushing the surface of a friendship with Styx and anything other than that likely disgusted the onyx boy. Oh well, whatever. She didn’t need to keep worrying herself about wanting to be noticed… she was young and there was plenty of time to figure things out in the future. Maybe one day down the line she wouldn’t want to lead a pack or be anywhere near Styx but for now, this was the most comfortable place she had been in in months. So, it was up to Styx and how long he wanted her to be around. “Anything else?” she casually asked, curious as to if any of the other members had any interesting qualities that the boy knew.