Totoka River mistletoe

The doe watched with a mild curiousity as he explained, noting how his expression was tainted with boyish pride - she'd entertain him for a little while, perhaps. Besides, as far as kids went, he was rather cute; usually she thought younger wolves looked like little ugly aliens, but Vyn had deciphered that this one was a few moons older than the youth she'd encountered frequently in the past.

"Ah, was. I'm goin' solo now." The wolfess claimed, voice sweet as honey but tainted with an unknown emotion - yeah, she'd ridden in her lonesome before, but Valkyr had kept her company for long time and it felt odd to depart from her presence. Shrugging off the thoughts, Vyn met the golden boy with a grin, and almost giggled at his blurting words, sneaking a glance to peer at the damp brown of her coat. "A little. But it's mkay, hun, I'll dry off soon." The smell of seawater was not, however, something she enjoyed, and the taste of salt on her tongue was sharp, bitter.