Qeya River all falls down

She hissed a rebuke and Tambourine's ears pinned sideways, confused by the command. Only when she spoke again did he suddenly understand the situation. She was trying to hunt and he was being too loud. He threw her an apologetic grimace of a smile, then scanned the waters looking for a shallow place to cross to join her. His hunting skills were mediocre at best but he wanted to make things right.

"Sorry," he emphatically stage-whispered after fording the river and arriving, dripping wet and freezing, beside the other wolf. He backpedaled a few meters to shake himself dry, then blinked at her. Now that he was up close, he saw that she was quite a lot younger than he'd expected. It was kind of funny, considering how she'd spoken to him, but there was a purposeful and sophisticated air about her even in silence.

Although he might be older and certainly larger, Tambourine easily deferred to her more authoritative demeanor. He remained obediently mum and stepped back to stand beside her, waiting for her to take point.