Whitefish River the big life

Ah, a patch of lavender. Don't mind if I do, Tethys pleasurably conversed inwardly, padding towards the aromatic brush. She melded into the stems, languorously stretching onto her back as if she was taking a bath inside the soft stems. With a wiggle, the black female rolled several times, crushing lavender petals and letting their fragrance seep into her hairs. Never mind a wolf's instinct to roll in different scents and carry them back to the pack- Tethys loved the luxury of smelling good.

She had walked for days to reach this place. Leaving Aeginos had been a split decision; her mother said one thing and Tethys' heart said another. Besides, the bitch had caused enough ruckus between several young males, and so her mother wasn't entirely sad to see her depart. And Teekon wasn't totally exotic. There were still plenty of forests to lurk in and water to swim. The raven female had come across the crisp and decisive movement of Whitefish, and the river beckoned her to practice her innate skill of fishing.