Whitefish River capsize

Amaimon had advised her not to go anywhere without him but Jilaiya of course did not listen. Did he really expect her just to sit still all day while he did all of the interesting things? Of course she wasn't go to sit by like some precious antique doll that never got played with, she was a Kosrak wolf for god's sake, wanderlust was in her blood. 

Her paws carried her swiftly away from her guardian and she didn't bother looking back. He would find her eventually, so the pale girl planned to enjoy what little time she had to herself. She slipped into the cool river, allowing herself to forget everything around her and just enjoy the gentle rapids that lapped against her ankles.

There must've been someting in the air; Day had seen more women on this journey than he'd probably seen in a year. Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure felt that way. This one, at least, did not appear to have anything wrong with her - nor did any siren-scent lure him to her side. Still, though - he was there, she was there... well, it just seemed prudent to go and say hello. She was awfully close to his home, after all, and it was always good to know who the neighbors were.

"It'll feel like ice in a month or two," he mused aloud, referring to the river the woman stood in. Mostly, he said it just to make sure she knew he was around - startling strangers wasn't on his list of hobbies, though maybe it would make its way up there if things kept going on the way they had been. Still, the purpose of his words didn't negate their truthfullness. Winter was coming.

"I'm Grayday," he said to the woman, hoping to get a name in turn.

For a moment Jilaiya had lost herself, felt like she was being carried away by the river and taken far away from her responsibilities. However there always seemed to be someone around to snap her back into the reality she tirelessly tried to escape from. The voice that tore her from her fantasy was an unfamiliar one and the porcelain hairs along the female's spine stood in a nervous frenzy. The first words the male spoke we're not registered and went on to be ignored, but his name however was mentally stored in her filing cabinet of skeptical strangers. 

"Jilaiya" she said nervously, ears pressing atop her crown. It somehow went completely unnoticed to the female that she was much more timid without her brutish bodyguard to back her up. Perhaps deep down she had realized it and simply did not want to admit it. Amaimon had been around her for so long he was a part of her, and without him she could not be herself.

"I'm Day," he replied, pretending to examine a rock near his paw. He was getting a distinct sense of discomfort from this girl - one that began to echo in his own heart. He'd never been the kind to menace at a woman, but he'd met a fair few that'd feared him anyway. Mostly, he didn't begrudge folks their anxieties and tried to move on when it seemed like they'd be better off without him. He'd do the same for Jilaiya, but first - Well, she looked a little shaken up, and he wanted to be sure it was just his own presence rather than something he might be able to do something about.

"Are you alright?" he asked, waiting dutifully for answer. His eyes skipped over her as they swept the area.

The fur along her nape settled down when the stranger made no move to approach. She could sense the awkwardness that hung between them, could almost taste it, but she made no move to correct it. She had given him the reigns and it would be he who decided whether the conversation continued on stopped. 

The question he asked caused a confused and slightly worried expression to come crawling along the female's features. "Fine" she answered, her voice quiet, almost a whisper. "Do I look ill?" she asked then worried about both her appearance and health.

He further relaxed when some - but not all - of her nervousness eased. Not too afraid, then. And no, she didn't seem sick.

"Not sick," he said quickly, trying to soothe her needless fears. "Just nervous."

Yes, it was very awkward. Day tried to make himself look small, but he wasn't sure he really managed it. Better be off, he thought to himself. "So you're fine? No mountain lions, no lost pups, don't need any help?" he clarified, intending to get lost so she could go back to her happy river-standing.

Nervous? Jilaiya never appeared nervous, at least not to herself. She stood a bit taller then, ears perking up as if to say your wrong to the gray and cream dusted male. "I'm not nervous, was just a bit shocked at the sudden company that's all." Lie.

Her tail gave a twitch when the male attempted to lowered himself a bit and it sent a certain satisfaction coursing through her. "No mountain lions, god I hope no pups and I don't think I need help" she said while looking down at the river as if judging if she needed his assistance or not.

A skeptical flicker of his ears betrayed his doubt, but Grayday decided to take the rest of her words at face value. She was nervous, obviously, but it probably really was just his presence. No lions or lost cubs to speak of.

"Have a good one, then," he said, straightening and giving a cheery wave of his tail. He turned at once back toward Silvertip, and walked off at an easy pace - not seeming to hurry, but doing so all the same.

Jilaiya watched as the male walked away, fading into nothingness while doing so. Their interaction had been insignificant and truth be told she would probably forget about him within a week's time. 

She waited until he was out of view before turning her attention back to the river, determined to enjoy a few minutes of peace before she had to return to Amaimon.