Great Bear Wilderness Ruby

She swallows slowly, refraining from making a face at the taste. A pity, really, that she was good at something she hated. She stares at the limp, partially eaten creature with ears at half-mast before she senses the presense of the male. Portia looks up, her green eyes focusing on the orange stranger. His voice is soothing, an accent she's very accustumed to, and she smiles kindly. at him.

"Oh, hun, cold as all get out. Damn nice in this heat though," she replies, her gaze never leaving him. "Care to join me?" she asks, motioning to the fish with a petite, white paw.