Silver Creek Silver Waters

Slight as they were, Amber's sharp eyes caught his own straying across her famine-slimmed frame. With an internal giggle, she realized just how much weight she'd lost, such a change from her usually heavyset body. Nonetheless she was thrilled to have his attention, and held herself a little straighter. Her ocean eyes softened, pupils dilating in affection, and her grin twisted into a sly smile at his ruse. The royalty-like way she saw herself didn't temper her humor at all, as some women who were stuck up.
               "Well since you put it THAT way, I suppose that means I can't just ditch you after this, can I?"
A giggle escaped her lips, and at his splash she squealed happily. She didn't worry about her saftey at all: she'd lived as a loner, through a famine, survived against the odds. No wolf would get the slip on her in a mere stream, she simply couldn't allow such things. Even throughout their conversation flirting, her ebony years stayed on a swivel for any approaching sounds. She swiped her paw across the surface of the glistening water, letting out a challenging bark as she sprayed him with water and promptly took off splashing down the channel at a trot. Throwing a glance over her shoulder, eyes flashing with joy and excitement, Amber dared Heston to give chase. She knew better than to take him actually into Silver Creek territory more than they were, and eventually if the chase went on, she would need to get out and cross the border on land to play in neutral grounds. 
                                    "Come catch me, and I'll think about keeping you company more often!"