Arrow Lake Jol

River did not need to ask him.

Cad nodded his head, bright and willing. The lightness of his paws carried him closer, closer, until he could smell the foreign parts that clung to her pelt. He wished he could see the lands she had walked. The medic wondered if all wolves were destined to return home?

What would you like to eat?

The silver-furred wolf would do all he could to make sure she had it. Her unspoken thoughts did not play on her features. Cad noted the softness in her voice, the gentle change in demeanor. There was warmth beneath her surface yet.