Whitefish River the big life

The lavender-pampered wolf had approached the banks of Whitefish, her maw parted to take in the breeze rolling off the river surface. There was little sound of activity anywhere else over the lapping of water, and the pines were unusually still in their stoic nature. Tethys couldn't wait to cross the stream and bound up the bank, keeling through the forest in swift pursuit of shadows. She was bored and hungry, and perhaps her jaunt would scare up some prey. The female had a lack of patience today; fishing would only tire her.

Having smelled the male before he came into her sights caused the ebony canine to smooth her composure in one fell motion. The crackle of a twig furthered alerted her ears. Tethys turned to the direction of the scent, giving her chest a few licks and straightening out her body to steady her legs. Braced on four paws, the wolf was ready for either fight or flirt; either option sparked a glint in her blue eyes.

Hey, handsome. You alone? Tethys had stepped towards the grayscaled male, her tail lifted and the tip flicking. Her voice rung out with a casual tone, lips curled into a smile.
It was no aggressive posture, more so than one of a relaxed greeting. The male didn't smell of any pack, nor did he come barreling down the river shore with teeth bared. And he was cute, so Tethys would do what she did best.