Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Lumar listened intently to the wolf as he spoke.  When the male asked if she was a lone wolf, all of the puzzle pieces came together.  So this was why the wolf was being so nice.  He though she was a wolf!  What luck!  She could really use this.  This opportunity was just beyond excellent, it was almost as if luck was on her side today.  This was perfect... just perfect.  Lumar then slipped into her world of lies.  Although not everything that she said was a lie in her eyes.

"Yes, I am a lone wolf and I advise you stay one too.  The packs here are brutal.  I know.  I learned the hard way...  They will try to lure you in with friendliness, then they'll turn their back on you and try to murder you in your sleep.  I got lucky and escaped, but not everyone is lucky..."  Lunar lied in her slurred though improving French accent.  Her eyes swept the ground almost looking sorrowfully deppressed.  Then her eyes flicked back up to the wolf.  "Although a good blindside on a pack would be good.  Teach them a lesson."  Lunar murmured in a offering tone.