The river was a place that held bittersweet memories for Makani. While he loved the river because it brought life and so much joy to the pups of the pack, it was also one that reminded him of his lost mate. They loved the river, and they would often spend their evenings under the moon, watching every night and noting the subtle changes in the way that it waned or waxed. Oftentimes he tried to avoid the riverbed altogether, but some nights he got whimsical.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Walking to the river, he meant to pay respects to his lost love - expecting to speak to their spirit, ask them where he went wrong - when he saw that none other than the pack master lying near it. âI would ask the same of you, but then again, one doesnât dictate what you do or donât do.â The joke was one that could be expected from Makani, but it was missing some of the fire, some of the passion underneath it - you could tell that the light inside of Makani had been dimmed.
âI⌠couldnât sleep.â Not exactly a lie, but it wasnât the complete truth, either. âI hoped that being under the stars would help.â
As Damian turned in the water, the surface rippled, distorting the reflection of the moon on the transparent surface. âMm, that is one of the perks, I donât have to explain myself to anyone.â He agreed, running a hand through his wet hair.  âPerhaps you should go for a run, getting some energy out of your system might help.â