Totoka River Freedom

She let out a small chuckle at the young, still as-yet unnamed wolf's description of the seashore. Well, she supposed she was right, when you got down to the basics. And yet, there was something about the ocean, a magnetic pull larger than herself. . . She would endure all the sticky salt and sand in the world to hold on to that feeling.

"I like the sea," she said simply, not expanding on the thoughts that had just rushed through her mind. "Are you just exploring, or on a mission?"

Something seemed amiss with the girl, as if she were running from someone or something. Thoughts on the sea aside, her aura was all wrong. Snowe wasn't incredibly sensitive to such auras, but she knew now that this girl clearly had something on her mind. Instead of pressing her, though, she would wait for the other to respond.