Whitefish River if i had a boat

I'm the worst for making you wait so long! Forgiiiiiive meeeeee?

Still jazzed from her catch – and the fact that she had a witness for the epic feat – Siv’s tail flagged wildly behind her as she watched the female take a bite from the fish. She had traveled a good portion of her life, but she had never found herself around so many wolves before. The Teekon Wilds seemed to be a good housing for several large packs and more loners than Siv cared to even think about. It did not matter the day, if the coywolf female rose from her den and set out into the unclaimed territories, she was certain that she would bump into someone that she had never seen before. Being a social creature, this fact was more promise than it was a threat to the blue-eyed female. She knew that she would never find boredom there.

The female introduced herself as Juno, to which Siv smiled wildly at. “Juno! What a killer name,” she exclaimed with a goofy expression on her thin features. “What’s it mean? Do you know? I’ve always been interested in what people’s names mean ‘cause, I mean, it says a lot about ‘em, right?” the girl then chattered incessantly. Names were something that would always be interesting to the coywolf. She had been perplexed and inspired by them since she had been little, and she had always inquired to her mother about why names were so important for wolves. Siv felt as though her own calling was the most precious treasure that she carried with her. It was something that could never be taken away.

A question was posed as to where Siv was from. The girl tossed her rusty-colored ears forward and her dark lips curled upwards in a smile. “I belong to Redhawk Caldera,” she responded with a proud puffing of her small chest. “But before that, I was just a loner… born on the beach a couple of years ago and took to that land loping lifestyle.” In truth, she had set out in search of her father and had only managed to settle down due to the persuasion of Fox. It was not something that she was sorry for. Siv loved the caldera and the wolves who belonged there, but there were still times when she wondered if she would ever meet the legend that her mother had spoken so fondly of in Siv’s youth.