Whitefish River born just to meet you

With the all the grace of deer and the careful nature of such a creature, he sensed her gaze on him long before he lifted his head. His tail shuddered behind him with a faint sense of trepidation for the unknown figure, it was not in Kaworu's way to immediately snap up at her. He kept the peace by moving slowly. Taking care to only tilt his chin far enough so that he could watch her in return, tongue rolling across his long nose to catch the stray drops of water which clattered back into the tumbling river below him. And he froze.

She was dark feral beauty opposite of his glass-like and sharp charm. They were both swift creatures, but for all the weight of his paw against the earth hers held more power. The she-wolf did not immediately react to him, muscles tense between them he sought find his usual courteous nature and the tremble in his tail became a small wave of greeting. Otherwise he did not move, nor did he dare to speak, his own eyes falling to the damp earth clenched between his toes.