Lake Rodney Beyond the archetype

She closed her eyes, floating serenely in the lake, unknowingly drifting a  little closer to the nearby Sebastian. She had been alone when her eyes had close, and thus the sudden chuff had her eyes flash open in surprise, accidently inhaling a little water when she opened her maw. She coughed, disgorging a little sprout of water, as she drew herself up and made to stand in the shallows, eyes finding the male who, apparently, had made the noise. "Hey" she greeted him nonchalantly, ignoring her little slip.

She rose and made her way to the shore, stopping a short way away to shake the water from her pelt, which, of  course, made it stick up in a multitude of small clumps. "What"s up?" she asked curiously, her interest in why he had summoned her evident in her gaze.  Then she noticed the scent of pack on him, and took a step back. "Shit. Am I trespassing?" she looked to him for confirmation, though she scented no other pack scents around her and doubted it. It was best to play it safe with theses pack wolves, she had decided a while ago.