Whitefish River serpentine

The quiet of the moment was broken only by the shrill peeping of birds, and the sound of the rushing river. He didn't notice the movement of the stranger until they'd completed their stretch and sat up, watching him — and while Firefly remained oblivious for a few seconds, he did eventually glance her way and take notice of the striking golden shade of her coat. Although he was a bit spooked to find a wolf lingering alongside the river (where before it had just been himself and Yami), his first thought afterwards was of his so-called sister. Was that Niamh? Had she come looking for him and gotten lost...?

He sloshed his way out of the shallows, unaffected by the damp feeling of his paws against the grass. It reminded him of being on the beach, and was somewhat of a comfort. As he drew nearer he noticed the way she tilted her head and watched him — but saw no familiarity to her features. Was this Niamh? Was this a total stranger...? To be honest, Firefly couldn't tell; he had only met the woman once according to his fragmented memory. To be safe he smiled, his tail waving at his hocks as a friendly pendulum. 

Hey there, he called as he approached. You weren't uh, lookin' for me, were you? As he asks this, he studies her face — convinced that this was the woman from before until he notices the difference in size around her middle. This wolf wasn't as plump as the Niamh he had met, which cast some doubt on his assumption.