Whitefish River Standing on my own two feet

As a storyteller, you have to hear stories before you can tell them. As such, Tobias had heard his fair share of tales, but the one that came from the woman beside him genuinely caught the male off-guard. A mother to be who had lost a cherished life. That being said, he thought no less of her. As she said it was a mistake and no harm was ever intended.

Something about the smaller woman gave off the vibe that she was very caring. Perhaps it was the tears that fell or the softness of her voice, maybe it was all her visible regrets to hurting a family she loved. As Speedy motioned to the wound inflicted on her, the cowboy could not help but move in to lick away some of the tears that fell. She refused to look at him, but that was fine. As long as he could stop the tears that so wrongfully flowed from her bright eyes. Come now, I didn't mean to cause tears, darlin'.

Tobias stepped back to give her some room, now sitting under the shade of a tree near the river's edge. If he could get the female's attention he'd motion her to follow. Everything'll be ok, you're with us now. The place of new beginnings. See this river? Regardless if she joined him or not, he'd slap a paw across the water's surface causing a splash and series of ripples. See that? The birds, the wind, this river, everything moves. Sometimes life gets shaken in unexpected ways, but eventually-- The timber wolf tilted his head back to the river that had now evened out from the low current. Life finds a way to rebalance.