Whitefish River With each sunrise brings a new adventure

Azure eyes observed how the waters snaked through the terrain, his lean head tilting some as the mutt took the moment to value the great design of mother nature – becoming engrossed in thought of how much time she had spent forming its deep riverbanks. And with that the male allowed an admirable smirk of sorts to cross his maw, though it was a brief one – for suddenly an unexpected voice stole his attention away from the scenery and immediately, the young male turned to face the source. Soon he found his blue gaze falling upon the sight of a dark hued female with cream markings upon her face before him and Flint paused - quietly observing the girl as she gingerly approached, speaking to him in a foreign tongue. His good ear arched forward as more words he didn't understand slipped from her lips and the male slowly offered the female a shake of his head in response, finally letting his husky voice escape his maw after, ”I'm afraid, I don't understand.” He said, unsure if she would even understand him, though he'd noticed the wag of her tail on approach and Flint imitated the gesture in return, offering a small smile as he lowered his head slightly with a tilt – a sense of curiosity creeping over him as he studied the stranger more.

An unkept tail swayed idly in the breeze as Flint kept his bright-blue stare upon the girl, a friendly smile still presented to her to only disappear as his posture became tense, a niggling feeling washing over him, his leathery nose twitching as he gradually picked up on the scent of someone else lingering close by. The young male shifted himself on the spot, bright eyes searching across the landscape for anyone else that could possibly be heading their way – only to see a brown figure walking straight for them.