Two Rivers Isle [M] What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

Ady didn't find herself fussed about the outburst of Ully. Ully was a wolf that thrived on routine and duty and loyalty and all of that. Well, it had been torn asunder within mere days. Then his routine had changed and on top of that, she had confessed a huge, huge truth upon him. She felt this was a reasonable reaction given all they had been put through recently. 

But knowing Ully, he was absolutely certain he had messed up some how. He really needed to learn to let loose a little. Something she hoped she could help him with at some point. Though her thoughts were broken with the silence as he cleared his throat and spoke.

She moved closer to him, not realizing she had been lagging behind and studied the tree line. They did seem thinner. And were they moving at an incline. 

Are we going up a hill, Ully? Do you think we'll get a good vantage point there? If we are going uphill, should we move our den? Because well water runs downhill.

She frowned wondering if that was what had killed that fox. Had he died while sleeping, drowning in his own home. How awful.