Swiftcurrent Creek acqua più blu

:D

The decrepit wolf opened his eyes, which immediately answered Tambourine's question. He felt a loosening in his chest as the stranger lifted his head, regarding him with blinking eyes. He seemed almost fragile, his thin frame still curled on the bank and his bony face turned in the youth's direction. Because of this fineness of feature and slightness of build, Tambourine immediately mistook him for an age mate.

"What?" he said dumbly in reply to the other boy's remark, his brow furrowing in befuddlement. Why would someone wish for death? This didn't compute at all for young and lively Tambourine. "What do you mean?"