We're All Just Dancers, On The Devil's Dancefloor

As Keahi bows her head at the water’s edge, tongue lapping up the cool liquid, a small ruckus pulls her attention away from her drink. A slightly shorter male appears, making his way to water some feet away from her. Red head tilts in curiosity, water droplets falling from the fur on her chin as she silently assesses the male. His fur appears to be full of stickers and, by the way he eagerly laps at the cool liquid, he isn’t doing well on his own. Well, maybe she can offer him some help.

Tongue darts out to lick the last errant droplets from her lips before Keahi gives him a soft ‘woof’ of greeting, allowing the stranger a moment to gather himself before slowly moving toward the gray wolf. Her stance is relaxed, open, unthreatening as she slowly steps to him, asking, “Sir, are you alright?” A gentle smile is on her red lips, tail wagging slowly at her hips as she looks to read the unknown male’s body language.


"Keahi Mogotsi"