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this looked lonely...

Had Stark stopped a little ways down, he might've found Natasha lying calmly in the stream, her eyes closed and ears perked. He did not, however, and only got the aftermath. She raised herself from the stream and padded out, shaking water droplets from her fur and sending them flying around. She then proceeded back down the stream, encountering Stark along the way. 

Her fur was soaked and already decently short, so it clung to her form and made her look even smaller and daintier than she already looked. Her muscles were better displayed now, but it meant little on such a small-framed woman. Water beaded up on her eyelashes. They dropped onto her cheeks, and then dripped from her muzzle onto the ground. Unaffected by her appearance, she stared at the man for a moment. "You look down," she comments.