Lake Rodney bikini season in the southern hemisphere

Behati was partaking of lake water when Peregrine arrived in her vicinity, and was deaf to his approach. Noisy slurping became desperate coughs when he entered the corner of her eye and a gulp of water took an unfortunate trip down the wrong pipe. Like Peregrine, Behatei reacted by bristling, covering her throat and assuming an arched, side-on posture. With a couple of crab-like side-steps away from the looming mass of the Caldera, she communicated her lack of interest in invading his pack - or even his space. This was an older gent, and a wolf did not earn his grey hairs by acting all #YOLO around strangers.

"Going north," she told him, casting a look at the distant Bramblepoint. Internally, she was screaming. Leaving one's back open to attack was a rookie mistake.