Gilded Bay Waiting for the tune of some old dying man

She offered a half smile, an airy flick of her tail, and stepped forward, as though the offhanded greeting had been a warm invitation. It was good to be outside again, to have a conversation that did not revolve around panicked questions concerning nursing. For a moment, she seemed utterly relaxed, the biting wind teasing her long, fine hairs.

"Any good fishing around here?" She asked, stopping just a few body lengths away. Her stare broke as she cast a gaze aside to the shallow pools. It was hard to see past the distorted ripples, and her inexperience made it so that she could distinguish nothing in the waters. She struggled to stifle a sigh, her attention rounding again upon the male. Her nose twitched as she struggled to smell past the salt and milk, catching only the faintest scents of the neighbouring pack - although she could have been mistaken. Nonetheless, her guard was lowered and her posture friendly, as one might be in the presence of an old companion.