Whitefish River Unvsiyv

His voice sounded somber, soothing in a way. He had let her know his lack of claim and she had nodded, a knowing upturn to liver colored corners. With a shake and smoothing of fur, Losi stepped toward, getting a better look at him. “Ah, so you are on a vivsi, a journey, like us.” 

It was nice to meet someone who didn’t immediately offend her. The last encounter left a bad taste in her mouth despite the fire it fueled in her veins.

His question regarding her companion was not an unexpected one; she was so used to the curiosity the pair brought. She glanced at Tawodi, who was currently preening his feathers, remaining unbothered. “He does. We are soul-tied.”

Her gaze returned to the male, head cocked as if trying to solve a puzzle on the man’s face. “Hm, he likes you. You are lucky, err…?” She realized then that neither had offered names.