A long silence fell between them but it was not awkward or strained. She knew that he would speak when he was ready and in the meantime they both just looked out to sea, her weight leaning subtly into his. Her blue eyes watched as the tide ebbed away at the shore, almost in time with the rise and fall of their breaths. Well he finally spoke, she drew her weight back and shifted to face him as he did the same to her. “You do not need to ask for that.” she replied softly, briefly touching her muzzle to his shoulder, ”It is already done”.

Her ears perked up his mention of taking her up on a story, or a song. Her blue eyes danced as she tried to decide which ones she would choose and which ones he would enjoy the most. A story would be more inside his comfort zone but she was sure that he would enjoy singing if he tried it. “You could never sound terrible.” she assured him when he voiced his concerns to her, Different maybe, but never terrible because it is our differences that make us beautiful.” Even those whose voices broke and could not hold a tune were beautiful because they dared to try. “For what it is worth though, I think that you will sound wonderful.”

Before she could choose a song to teach him, the boy remembered something that they had both forgotten up until now; to exchange names. Before she introduced herself, however, he also asked how she had come to find him. ”That is a question only the Gods could answer, but I think I was meant to find you.” perhaps it was fate. He had needed someone and she was there. ”My name is Jökulrós. It means ice rose.” so called because two markings that halved her face, one as white as snow and the other as red as a rose. ”Do you really dance with wolves?” she asked brightly, wondering aloud.