Totoka River When the lights go up

She heard him coming from behind as she shook water from her ears, and with a flick of her head she twirled, her claws gripping the bank carefully to avoid spilling into the river. One mistaken step and she'd be drenched.

It's rude to lurk behind someone. Don't you have manners? She slipped into the role easily, giving a confident smile and lifting her head a bit.

She'd found, in her time alone, that others were less likely to mess with a wolf who seemed like they belonged in a given place. Even moreso, the more she projected, the more willing they'd be to believe she was what she claimed. This wolf walked like a traveler - and that meant he walked like a client. She knew the sound of a likely trade when she heard it.