Whitefish River up and down, and all around

"I'll be the first one to tell you if I get a splinter" he half-jokes, grinning as she joins him. Speedy had lived here a long time, just like the other wolves by the river. Dorian nods, deferring to her judgement and opinions. "why's your name 'Speedy', by the way?"

He turns his head to look directly at her. Curiousity plagued his eyes. "Can you run really, really fast?" it was an innocent question. As he fell in step with the healer, he just wanted to know about his pack mates. "if you can, we can race sometime!" he adds with a chuckle.