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So far, their conversation had mostly consisted of apologizing to each other repetitively. It was a little ridiculous, he had to admit, but he did truly feel bad for surprising her. He shook his head, all too eager to shift the blame away from her and onto his own shoulders. "No, it's my fault, I didn't mean to startle you," he said.

A short, awkward silence ensued, which he filled quickly by blurting out, "I'm Floki, by the way." He had completely forgotten his whole reason for venturing all the way out to Greatwater Lake, which was to track down Lazarus. He should have taken that moment to ask the she-wolf if she had seen the white wolf, but that thought was buried somewhere in the back of his mind. Instead, he found himself thinking about how cute she was, even though she kind of resembled a drowned rat at the moment.

"Do you swim here often?" he asked, shrugging a shoulder towards the lake. She had leapt in with a reckless abandonment that suggested confidence -- which he had promptly ruined.