"Tonight, we rest here. We'll move in the morning." The white wolf said, dropping his pack by the river. He and his companion, the snow leopard, had been travelling all day, and it was just dusk as they stopped. An uneventful day, with both males full of energy, but it was just getting too dark and the riverside was just too perfect to stop at. So once the fire was made, the dinner cooked and eaten, and the traps set...time for some practice.

draws his blade and sets about to polish it in the dying light, watching his companion practice his magical abilities with water. Little do they know is just across the body of water, sketching them the whole time...