King Elk Forest the skies will call forth thunderous storms from afar

He picked a spot a little ways to the side and drank as well, since it had been a while since he'd crossed paths with a river. It wasn't an overly wide thing, but it was still wide enough that he didn't feel comfortable crossing it. His fear of water hadn't faded since his excursion under the ice, and it often required days of re-routing to go where he intended. Luckily, he rarely really intended to go anywhere in particular.

After he drank his fill, he looked across, then back at her. Will you cross? he asked, wondering if this was where they would part ways. If not perhaps they could share company a little longer. He wasn't a particularly talkative wolf, but he liked having her around.