Sleeping Dragon The rocky road to Dublin

Foxglove suppressed a smirk. She was still lying in the water, uncomfortably wet and getting cold too. Had she been younger, she would have got a snarky reply, now, however, the wilds had taught her a thing or two, therefore she bit her tongue and said nothing of the sort that was going on in her mind. 

"Mind if I get out first?" she asked and without waiting for a permission, got to her feet, walked a little distance downstream and stepped out, where she would still have an opportunity for a head-start should things get nasty. 

"I am a young lone wolf. Name's Foxglove," she explained, while Junebell was making faces in the back of her mind. That was the lamest introduction ever. She would have managed better. Definitely. Yet... she was not in charge. "I bear no ill will and I hope that you will therefore not harm me. Who are you and your pack?"