The Floodlands Whisper, Oh, Great West

The river ran south, though to the north, a forest stretched away toward the coast. Totoro decided the pack must live thereabouts. They considered venturing that way to investigate, though suddenly the fur on the back of their neck tingled and stood on end. They turned their head, eyes scouring the nearby greenery, certain they felt eyes on them.

A she-wolf appeared from the well-watered grasses. Totoro swiveled to face her properly, their eyes meeting before Totoro’s gaze swept to take in her entire figure. Sky blue then returned to cloudy gray as their tail broke into a wag. It was always a pleasure meeting a new face.

Oh, halloo! Aye, do you belong to them? Totoro wondered with a smile before introducing, I am Avery, though you may call me Totoro.