Arrow Lake Jol

It seemed that in mere moments, a softness for Cad had developed in the armor River had so carefully crafted around herself for months. Like long-settled silt stirred up by new waters, she felt a tinge of humor as it touched the edges of her muzzle and produced an elusive smile.

I admire your candor, Cad Kin. She just barely managed to suppress the further formation of a grin.

A soft chuckle, barely audible, fluttered in her throat. She gave him the sight of her profile again, as she looked outward to watch the reflective water ripple beneath a glacial gust of wind. To his question, she flicked an ear and tried not to show any particular emotion. I’m alone. Though a keener eye might notice the faintest tinge of sadness coloring her features.

River turned to look at him, her head tilted. What about you?