Stavanger Bay whale song

He eyed the way she gripped the bone, holding herself against it in such a way that made him feel self-conscious for watching her. Simultaneously, he could not tear his gaze away from her, not when she looked toward him, finally, and released the whalebone from her grip. His tail waved gently at his hocks as she approached and a guilty, nervous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He leaned back as she came close, but he did not pull away when she pressed her nose to his cheek. 

Ichor.

Now he felt genuinely guilty for having called out to her, and for allowing her to come so close, and be so intimate. "Noooo," He breathed softly, pulling away from her touch, lifting a paw to stop her from drawing close if she tried again. There was true regret and empathy in his voice when he spoke again, just above a whisper. "I'm sorry, sweet thing; I'm just not who you're looking for." Not if she was looking for a wolf named Ichor, and not if she was trying to find someone who would pretend to be him.