Whitefish River the big life

Like a feather she drifted into the lip of the river as the male drew closer, swaying with the small current that tugged at her toes. With teeth that glinted in the soft light, Tethys turned away from him briefly to tilt her head back and feel a soft breeze caress under her jawline. Her eyes were narrow slits as she listened, pondering while her skull was focused in another direction.

The male seemed a little wary of her presence as she responded. It's like my own perfume, Tethys dismissed airily, grinning. If I wanted to hide from you, I'd be long gone.

He seemed a little too bulky to be a water-dwelling wolf. With a thick grayish coat and a compact appearance, this stranger seemed the noble hunter sort. Cute, but not her type. What fancy brings you down here?