Tidal Pools

The wolf remained oblivious, and no more twinking sounds. So, the water was muffling the sound. She had half a mind to dive into the water to see for herself when the wind shifted... and the wolf noticed her. A paw was lifted, and - there, the jingle! Eyes snapped to the wolf's wrist. She could see some sort of contraption around it that was not natural, and she bet that was it; it had to be! She wanted to lick it. and bite it. And roll around with it. It sounded fun. Then the paw disappeared back into the water, and her ears would flick with disappointment. Awww. But then the wolf would speak, and the cheerful voice would cause the cat to let out a purr. She noted the eyes, so similar to her own; this wolf's blue eye was even on the same side! But whereas Amaranthe had a fiery eye, this wolf had a muted tan eye. It was mild, but still very pretty. Aside from the wordless purr, though, she stayed silently, eyes glittering with a sort of joy. Those eyes would widen briefly as the wolf stood and put her paws on the rock, but Amaranthe didn't move; this wolf had shown no signs of aggression. She would laugh softly, almost a giggle, when the wolf poked her nose at her chest fur, and she'd scoot forward so her fur was easier to reach. Her ears would perk at the mention of fish. "Fish," she purred. "That would be amazing, pretty wolf."