Duck Lake I like driving backwards in the fog

It was a moment where each studied the other--the cold water licking beneath the plush of her fur and to her skin. There was a certain peace of the moment, and with a tilt of her copper-tipped face, the little wolf gave a curt little nod, turning away from the woman and making her way back to shore.

Engi would have spoken--initiated friendship. Likely followed the stranger home like a lost puppy, as she had so many times in the past. Something that had never worked in her favor yet.

With a forced air of indifference, Meadow reached the banks of the water, paws finding purchase to stone and grass. Unhurriedly, she would shake the water from her pelt, sparing another glance back to the dark woman in the waters. If there was no more motion in their brief interlude, the silver she-wolf would continue on her way, ignoring the pang of regret blooming in her chest and the hunger in her stomach at the lost opportunity.