Whitefish River all this on me

Riley came to the river occasionally to grab a drink. Sometimes he found himself startled by the wolf that peered back at him from the water.

Older. Lines along his eyes that seemed hard.

He was still young yet, but that reflection unnerved him -- for he saw a lot in it he did not like.

Striking the water with a single paw, Riley looked up in time to see a grizzled grey wolf departing. She appeared his age, and by scent he knew she belonged to the same pack - but Riley had never seen her before. (That was more his fault than hers' -- he'd spent a lot of time outside of the pack as of late). He shook off the remnants of water from his paw and started after her, eyes curious and tail waving softly in inquisitive silence.