Ocean's Breath Plateau i'll be a stone, i'll be the hunter.

Her name was Allure. Summer marveled briefly over how absurdly fitting it was, which was so much, he thought it might have been a pick up line at first. She struck him as too shy to be so forward, which was endearing as hell, he had to admit.

The name of her pack meant nothing to him. Perhaps he had been there in his youth, but there were many gaps in his memory throughout his time in the Wilds. He had wandered far under the influence of the poppies - something he craved even then though he'd long ago learned to control his addiction. His gaze traveled North as she gestured, smiling lightly at her question.

"No, actually," Summer responded, "The last place I lived barely even had a lake nearby." He grinned faintly, remembering Sedona with fondness. He looked at her again. "I've never actually been a fan of water, to be honest," he admitted, feeling a little sheepish, "Never really was any good at the whole swimming thing."