Whitefish River if i had a boat

It didn’t seem to take long for the other female to take Siv up on her offer to share the catch that she had so humbly snatched from the air. The coywolf female peered at this other curiously as she closed the distance between them. They were somewhat similar in appearance, save for the fact that Siv was quite thin and wiry in comparison to this stranger. On top of that, the Savoy girl sported very colorful ears, painted in a handsome rusted cinnamon. It very well could have been the coyote in her that so easily distinguished her figure from the wanderer’s. At any rate, the approaching wolf was still quite pretty to look at, and drew a strange sort of interest from the Savoy girl. Nudging the fish towards the agouti-patterned female, Siv flipped her tongue across her tapered muzzle with a careless sort of charm. Her blue gaze followed the lines of the newcomer with an expression that could only truly be described as lazy interest. “Well, gee, you’re welcome,” she responded with a lopsided smile. “I’m Siv Savoy,” the coywolf girl then introduced with a small dip of her muzzle towards the dirt. Without really realizing it, the girl began to notice that this stranger did not carry the scent of a pack on her pelt. This was intriguing to Siv only because of her recent commitment to the caldera and their leaders. A thought passed through the back of her mind, wondering if it would be wise to mention to the loner that there was a good chance the caldera could be a fitting home for her as well, but decided against it for the time being. Perhaps it would have been wiser for her to see where their conversation was carried before mentioning a pack to a complete stranger.