Whitefish River samakat bayda'

so powerful; to have the ability to stand there in the water, immovable, to pluck a meal from the waiting stream.
the sight transfixed the jewel for a time.
a weight spread across their chest. it sent heat radiating through their blood so that it nested tightly in their throat.

the wolf takes notice. their voice is softer than what jawahir thought was fitting.
no, no of course. i would never. such a crime would sully the courtesan's connections; should they come to be known for pilfering openly, rather than the barter.
simply marveling over you, precious one.
this wolf did not immediately strike them as a threat, nor did they chase the jewel away with any haste. perhaps something could be gleaned from this meeting.