Gilded Bay Waiting for the tune of some old dying man

jagoda snickered softly and turned his gaze back to the brackish water. she lay beside him, and the weather being as it was, he could feel the heat radiating from her body. it was comforting; usually the man did not get physically close with others,  even and especially in a casual situation such as this. 

"Do you miss the mountains?" he asked softly, recalling how homesick he had become on his journey after Ksenia. it was an ugly feeling.

"Donnelaith. So we are friends, huh? I hail from Blackrock Depths. Have you been there?" as soon as he had finished his question, a flash of silver caught his eye. There were two fish darting around in the depths of the pool.  But they would need to wait for them to swim closer, and in the meantime, perhaps he could get to know the young wolf.