Whitefish River With each sunrise brings a new adventure

This area, too, was rife with activity. Sif missed the comfort of the weald, but she knew in her heart that she would not find what she was looking for between the trees. Companionship did not hide in roots, after all, and much as it discomforted her to admit it, she was most certainly looking for companionship.

And there - there was a wolf up ahead, standing beside the water. Sif watched him for a moment, made nervous by the way he looked over his shoulder. Was he waiting for someone? She couldn't approach until she knew they'd be completely alone. Well - she could, but she wouldn't.

But there was no scent of a companion on the breeze, and Sif edged toward him mechanically, calling out a tentative, "Hei." Remembering something Fen had told her, she gave her tail a gentle wag. "Bo her?" She paused a moment, allowing time for a response without really processing it. "Venn?"