Whitebark Stream mouth [m]

she moved with grace and breathless speed along the stream. snow dust kicked up behind her and for once, she seemed a bit more well groomed. no muck caked to her fur for the moment. she had the river and the snow to thank for that.

although she had no direction set in mind, she did change her direction and slowed her pace when she heard a call. one that lured her towards its source.

a man. large and pale and handsome.

she did not greet him with words. instead she dropped into a bow in the snow and stared at him expectantly.