Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

Thus invited, she stepped forward, feeling the chill of the river so near her still-over-large paws. She sat down and looked into the water, squinting a bit. You think there's fish in there? she asked, swiping her tongue over her lips. Maybe we could fish. . .

The thought of poking around in the icy shallows seemed positively ghastly, but hey, maybe that was just one of those things that adults sucked up and did. For the good or the pack, or whatever.

Blueberry turned her gaze to him, questioning. Almost averted it immediately; God, what if that had been a stupid question?