Bitter Sweet Symphony

The bear of a wolf felt his assessing eyes, and let them; there were other scars, simply better hidden beneath the thickness of her furs. Once he looked back to the waters, she drew nearer; she could see the island shrouded by the fog, and looked to his face as he tried to discern what the place that could not be seen was. But soon his attention was back to her, and he invited her beside him.

Tonravik did so and drank from the cool waters before looking over his shoulder, and back to him again. They had spoken recently, and there was truly nothing much to say, so instead she sniffed at his fur to see if he had met any yet. If he had not, she was not worried; he certainly would in time, if he mingled.