Totoka River it’s yours and it’s mine.

the yearling did not favor the sting of the brine. his expression demarked great distaste, bringing an inward smile to the old crone.

the to’lang. she answered, motioning towards the thinning of reeds where an embankment sloped generously into riverwater. she drank her fill and turned, the thin of her wrist wiping river dew from her whiskers.

one more thing. when we get to the sea, do not sup from her waters. and mind the tide; many lives the sea has claimed with her churning waters.