Whitefish River Rushing Through the Wild

A voice called for her attention drawing the roan woman out of her spiraling thoughts as she pressed against a tree. Emrik—? Is there something I can assist you with, or did you simply wish to join? The male quickly caught up, but he did not appear to be stressed. Whatever his reasoning, it must not have been under troubling news. Good.

Ever since the male joined, she had only bumped into him a few times, perhaps that was due to all the time he spent with Speedy. They were childhood friends after all, and pups could be a pawful.