Hideaway Strath screaming at the top of your lungs

Whrist stood not to far off she watched the male this time her mode was far more contemplative nowhere was the playful bug that had bitten her the last time she had seen him, to much had happened and her whole world felt tipped on it’s axis. She hated white wolves but yet Aerin and told her that not only with that white witch lay her life on the line for her she'd protect her from harm all together... and Whrist felt drawn to the White Warrior Nyra in a way not unlike her felt towards Kynareth or other males and that confused her to no end

Her white blues widened for a moment as she thought he might be trying to drown at the muffles noises that came from him while he was half submerged. She couldn’t help her head cock to the left as she watched him pull out of the water, concern laced her and she drew closer

“You ok?” She inquired watching the water slip from his pelt and drip down. At least this one was only half white, that made her feel marginally better, marginally safer? then if he had Simmik's, Arlette's, Nyra's or Aerin’s pelt color or rather lack thereof. She sympathized with his actions now, almost wanting to try it herself...