Otter Creek Lonely Rivers

He didn’t even see the other standing in his way until a distinctly feminine voice sounds out to him. It causes him to freeze in his tracks like a deer in headlights. He’s dripping and almost completely soaked as he shoots his eyes around him looking for what spoke. Hoping to god it wasn’t the fish and that he was going crazy. Then finally he sees another wolf on the pebbled bank. He raises his brows, mild surprise gracing his features. He hadn’t even seen her, or smelt her. Though he can’t really smell so he couldn’t really do much about that.

A wide, winning smile spreads across his maw as he looks upon her. It’s a friendly smile, for he’s genuinely happy to stumble along another wolf. He was starting to think he’d be wondering around alone for the remainder of his life, he hasn’t seen another wolf in quite some time.

His golden eyes light up and he begins a languid walk to the bank she stands upon. “Evening.” He greets, his face soft and welcoming, trying to hide his mild excitement even though his nub of a tail dares to wag a little. “Haven’t seen anyone around in a while, how refreshing.” He comments at the end idly.