Haunted Wood Abdim's stork

It was a peaceful scene, this image of a wolf lounging beside the water. When the shadow appeared, lurking nearby with his watchful eyes and dark fur, Siskin was nearly startled out of his stupor. Starlight eyes blinked, once, twice, before a smile curled his narrow snout and creased the edges of his gaze. 

Good afternoon, there! 

A wistful voice sounded from beside the river. Siskin pushed up until he was in a better position to greet his company. Swishing his tail, the man beckoned the shadow to approach. His gaze was bright, expectant. The murmuring waters continued to babble on, everflowing.