Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

“I am good.  You?”  Lumar slurred.  Surprise settled in her gut though.  Why was this wolf not appearing to be to untrusting of her?  It was ever so strange, since wolves and coyotes were normally not a good match, when they were near each other.  She decided to be very cautious around this wolf, as she knew that even the friendliest creatures could turn out to be the deadliest of enemies.  Although maybe this wolf just happened to be a little naive.  She sure could use that to her advantage.  She was certain of it, and all the while win the male’s trust.

“Thy water is nice, isn’t it?”  Lumar continued, with her slurred speech.  Her gaze flicking to the body of water and then back to Crius.  “Then again, I do not prefer getting my pelt wet.”  Lumar shrugged.  “Are you a lone wolf?  I am very surprised to see that you are out of a packs boundaries.”  Lumar remarked.  It was strange indeed as the female knew that wolves almost always were in the grasps of a pack, she could tell that this one was currently on his own, because he did not carry the scent of one on him.