Greatwater Lake Caught in clouds of silver ropes

Akela's explanation was vague enough to leave her wanting more. Hard-eyed, the female took one step closer and asked, "but what do you need to experiment for?" Couldn't he fish from the shore like a normal wolf? Maybe he wasn't fishing at all. Maybe he was doing something else before toppling into the water, and Saena was only assuming hunting because it was on her brain as well.

Akela explained that he normally had more wow factor, a comment that made Saena arch a brow at him, though she couldn't help but smile at his goofiness. He was tall, athletically muscled, but she hardly looked at men when she had her own waiting for her at home. His personality might've been what he meant. She almost asked, but snapped her jaws shut and tensed the lower one when he called her "dear". The only wolves who ever called her that were Blue Willow and occasionally her mate when he was being a goofball, and Saena learned rather abruptly that she didn't like it coming out of anyone else's mouth.

Maybe because she was insecure? "I'm not your dear," she told him sharply, and then said, only a tad more gently, "yes, I'm hunting."