Gilded Bay [m] your words would leave me unconscious

Aggrieved, River turned from the sea, loping easterly along the coast until her eyes became trained on another wolf. At first, her approach was buoyant, excited to greet another potential suitor – but the closer she came, the more apparent it was that this was no stag. He was hardly more than a button buck with its first nubs!

She slowed to a stop, tail lashing. This wouldn’t do. What could this boy possibly give her other than a promise ring?