Totoka River Keep running for the sink,

One howl split the air; it was like a beacon, a calling of lost souls, and Solenya couldn't help but gravitate towards it. It was her duty to collect the lost and broken like she was a shepherd to a flock. She must seek the forlorn lamb.

As she drew closer, another call echoed the other. Her ears perked forward, catching the way it sounded familiar in its response, almost as if it were saying, here I am! Her lips remained close, she would not join their voices. Not yet.

Another howl drifted to her on the wind, the notes similar to the first. Solenya picked up her pace, her stride lengthening into a sprint.

Coming upon the river, she stood at its banks to survey her surroundings. On the other side, two wolves stood out to her: one with a fish in their mouth, the other seeming lost and out of sorts.

Were they sick?

She called over the sounds of the river, just barely able to even hear herself. Are you both alright?