This river is famously known for its fish!
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Posted on July 24, 2012 at 06:31:24 PM by Tenebrae & Miyuki
The white and grey wolfess looked even smaller than usual, next to the now fully grown Tigre that walked by her side.
The riverbank was cool, birds just beginning to chirp for the beginning of the day; dew beaded Tenebrae's spiky, patchy fur as she wandered, her green eyes taking in the new day with something approaching reverence. After all this time, she still wasn't used to being able to see. She didn't think she ever would be.
Miyuki's short black fur gleamed in the soft sunlight, striped through with light brown. His paws were golden caramel coloured, larger than normal; his eyes were a soft burnished red gold. He was almost unique, in his species, that he had no desire to fight or kill, despite the fearsome sabre teeth that jutted out below his jaw. He just wanted to help people; the saddlebags he wore slung across his shoulders were filled with neatly packed herbs. There were recipes in there that could cure most illnesses- or, just as easily, kill.
He was big, even for his species, especially next to the tiny, stick thin figure that was Tenebrae. He still remembered how she'd saved him from drowning, despite her fear of water and her then blindness- his loyalty was hers forever, for that. He was one of the few people who saw through the she wolves grumpy exterior to the kindness inside.
Less grumpy these days, though. Her peace with her father- and her troubled past- had lent her a kind of happiness. She would never be a social person, and she could still be sarcastic and cruel, but there was a light in her newly seeing eyes that had never been there before. Miyuki was glad for her, though he never mentioned it.
She no longer had nightmares, either, and ate a little better. You could still see her ribs, though, and she lived off small game and what she cold scavenge, despite how easily Miyuki could kill deer or even elk.
They walked in companionable silence, Tenebrae's light grey ears pricked to the early morning sounds, her fur still ruffled by sleep.
(Storm)
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