to the waters edge

He felt that if he stood here long enough the rushing water would take his problems on down the vast rivers with it. Indigo knew it was nonsense, but the smell of the freshwater and the feeling of the evergreen forest around him refreshed his soul. There was something about the sound of rushing water and the scent of the spray and wet moss that filled his nose. It was all magical and intoxicating and he welcomed the distraction with open arms. He’d remember this place, and perhaps do a bit of meditation. Maybe he could think more clearly.

Movement caught his attention, which was good because he wouldn’t have heard her over the falls. Bright eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he was always startled to come across another purple hued wolf. It was a pleasant surprise, and he wanted to do his best not to startle her in return. She was a tiny she wolf, younger than he was and obviously shy. She had to be lonely to have the bravery to approach him, but then again maybe she could sense Indy was only outwardly intimidating.

”Hello there,” he returned softly for how massive he was. Indy lowered himself to his belly, knowing how imposing he could be. ”I’m Indigo, do you need any help?” He asked, just to make certain. If she did he felt himself at attention to offer anything he could.