Otter Creek Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star

Siarut could only shrug at her butchering of his home. Although he understood. She wasn't a northerner and couldn't be expected to pronounce the northern language properlly. The brute had no intention of teaching the woman his language and so let it slide.

He watched Speedy exit the water swiftly, a smug smile on his face. He shook his head at her antics and she danced from the cool liquid. With a sigh he too made his way to shore, although at a much more leisurely pace. Dragging his paws, he took the longest amount of time possible to leave the water. 

"So what brings you north then. If you find it so cold, why leave the south?" Sia let his fur drip as he asked his query, before throughly shaking the excess water from his pale pelt. Not realizing that he might spray her as his frame shook.