Totoka River The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains

Stelmaria’s head turned at the sound of a voice, capturing sight of a young shadowwolf, a male by the ruff of his cheeks and the squarish set of his shoulders. His posture and mannerly intrusion put her at ease, so she waved her tail back at him and beckoned him forth even as she came to meet him.

Salve, stranger. She studied him openly, grateful to what she saw of him and self-assured that he would be impressed to look upon her as well. There was nothing shy about the wandering of her gaze or the casual tilt of her muzzle. What do you think? A beautiful sight, no? She spoke of the river, her beloved, of course, but who was to say at first without reading her thoughts.

She gestured, to make her question clearer, and smiled at him playfully.