Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

it had been a while since she had come across another. too long, apparently, for when the male appeared before her and uttered a greeting, and offered a "Who're you?" Upon immediate reflection, it appeared that she had missed a greeting in turn, but she quickly brushed this aside. Manners were rather annoying, and why waste time on words when one could get to the point quickly, and easily? 

she paused in her exploration of the lakeside, regarding the male with hawk-like glance, waiting for an answer to her blunt query.