Serpent Lake i'll wait for you there like a stone.

Lifting his head to avoid the spray from the woman's fur. He wasn't impressed to be wet, but he could live with it. Sia offered the woman a firm grunt in response to her apology. 

"I am Siarut." 

She was very submissive, which was interesting to him. He didn't know very many submissive wolves, other than his mother. But that wasn't something he wanted to be reminded of. Siarut took a few steps away to give her space to shake the excess water if she needed to. He didn't want her to be cold, especially when she could enjoy the summer weather. 

"Where are you headed?" Sia didn't think she could make the journey wherever it was she was headed. Lone Wolves tended to be tough out of neccessity, she didn't seem all that tough. Perhaps it was a ruse. To be sure he looked over his shoulder, left then right. To make sure she didn't have an accomplice waiting for her signal.