Whitefish River Visvi

So, he wasn’t pleasant, Losi decided, slightly peeved at the male’s laughter and his mocking tone. At the very least, he was being civil, so she curtailed the slight lift in her lip and took to grooming herself as a coverup for her displeasure. 

Sentinel ears swiveled his way at the question he volleyed, sunlight eyes peered up at him, though she did not bother to stop her grooming. She took her time, feigning meticulousness, for she truly was not this obsessive over cleanliness.

The moment the liver female finished, she lifted her head and called for the hawk in question. She watched him circle, his own call acknowledging hers, and he dove.

“Tawodi, he is my companion, my soul. Our lives are one, we share all things.” The relationship between her and Tawodi was not seen often, even in her own village, and surely it was rare here.

The hawk, an adult male red-tail, flew circles around the wolf now, a screech emitting from him as a warning, before he decided to land on the shoulders of Losi, a nuzzle to her cheek as she greeted him in return.