Mudminnow River orinoco flow

As she loped along the shoreline, Druid scanned the water, though it was quite murky and she couldn’t spot any fish at a glance. The further she went, the more lush the flora along the bank grew, forcing her away from the water’s edge. She kept the small river within sight, often stopping at a break in the brush to take a peek.

After withdrawing from a cluster of cattails, Druid came face to face with a stranger. This was the first time she’d set eyes on someone who wasn’t part of the Rivenwood pack. The child’s head reared back in surprise as she instinctively lowered her body, suddenly acutely aware that she didn’t have the first clue how to conduct herself in the presence of an outsider.

It didn’t help matters that the she-wolf was intimidatingly large. Druid wondered wildly: were all wolves outside Rivenwood so massive? Her stomach tightened with nerves. What might the stranger do? Druid didn’t speak, waiting for the white woman to make a move, Bracelet’s weight grounding her in this moment of uncertainty.