Whitefish River A rake of claws against a mirror

For @Iseldur and Cathal!

Water cold from winter's touch was nothing if not pleasant. Quail was glad to lean her head down, to lap it and feel the sense of rejuvenation fill her.

Eyes flicked upwards, her long ears lifting slightly at the sound of paws approaching. Ten metres or so from her position, but certainly not more.

A strange sight; A large canine, a wolf certainly, and a bouncing ball of fur next to him. Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as she attempted to confirm just what his companion was.

She stood nearly completely still, nose twitching. It was no pup, for it did not smell of milk nor a stuffy den. It was no wolf, but certainly a canine.

Her mind raced back; a hall filled with dogs, each present to fill a separate purpose. Yes, it was a dog that this wolf had. One of those.. small, yappy one's.

What the hell did he have a dog with him for?