Barrow Fields and drawing lines around my body to recall my place

yes of course! lmao good idea...will have to do that in future

With most of the salt removed the curve of their shoulder, Renard turned their attention to the next, nose wrinkled as they continued to comb it out with their tongue. The early evening remained still and quiet, until they heard something that was very distinctly a pawstep, and Renard stopped and raised their head just in time to be nearly run into by someone who, as was immediately apparent, was much bigger than they were.

Not that this was an uncommon thing.

The wolf backed away a step as though surprised, and Renard sized him up as he moved, and it became immediately apparent that --

"Oh. Interesting." Renard smiled, and it was perhaps slightly more genuine than most smiles they had to offer. It had been a long time since they'd seen another wolfdog, much less another wolfdog that shared their particular traits. The tail was a dead giveaway, and that was to say nothing of the brindle striping. "Evening," they returned. "It's been some time since I've seen another wolfdog." Half a year, at least, since they'd last seen their brother.