Two Rivers Isle blue dream

An agreement between the two travelers came quickly, and yet there was a figure materializing on the other riverbank before either of them could make the call.

Fjall studied the figure, while Ariadne made the proper submission and introductions. The wolf was tall and healthy-looking, a proud, attractive creature to his young wisteria eyes. But it was her accented voice that provoked his interest more than anything else about her, causing his ears to press forward tautly to catch her every word over the river’s rolling music. Belatedly, he bowed his head in greeting and wagged his tail low against his hocks; not as formal as his companion though hopefully just as non-threatening.

Conversationally, he had nothing to add, even if his expression brimmed quietly with youthful enthusiasm, as if restraining himself from something he wanted to say.