Totoka River crush the fears of yesterday

crunching shells between her hungering teeth with a grimace, sobeille nearly jumped out of her skin to see a silhouette on the shoreline.

how had she missed him? she immediately angled away, taking four steps before she realized that this wolf, was foremost, female.

spinning back around, yet still far enough that a feral wariness emanated from her, sobeille measured this wolf’s posture. like her, she was svelte and built for the shore — a sharp glacial blue complimenting the peculiar tufts of her ears.

sobeille scented the wind, mounting suspicion sheathed from her eyes. dere be dangerous wolves here. she cautioned, intently reading the she-wolf’s expression for any hint of culpability. do you be one of dem?