Totoka River There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever

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The male made no effort to acknowledge her existance, seeming perfectly content with keeping to himself in silence, so Andronika mirrored his actions and didn't say a word. She just focused on her drinking, the taste of the mineral-thick water upon her tongue and the satisfying feel of it sliding down her throat. Being fresh, the water here didn't have that pungent reek of salt, but it did smell of more earthy scents, like the soil of the forest and the rocks the river flowed over. Also, something... strange. New. It was the faint taste of fish, but having never tasted or smelled that before, the naive youth couldn't give it a name, only identify it as odd. 

A good minute or two passed before her thirst was quenched, and when it was, she ceased in her drinking and lifted her lips from the water, panting some after holding her breath for so long. The water dribbled down her chin and fell in a steady line of droplets back to the river, creating little ripples that quickly disspated in the lazy current, but distorted her reflection all the same. Now no longer distracted by her thirst, she became aware of just how awkward the silence between them felt. Surely he knew she was there by now, with her standing in his pehiphreal, and if not by that, then by all the sounds she'd been making? And by that logic, it was clear she too knew of his exitance. Neither could deny the presence of the other, yet niehter said a word. So they were both just... waiting; not making the first move. 

Her pale gaze lifted to him now, her nose tipping up in his direction. She scanned his form, his earthily toned features, taking in every detail that his appearance would provide. Nothing really stuck out to her, as he seemed (almost borishly) average. Not underfed, not overweight, not weak and scrawny, not large and bulky. Just... a wolf. Hmm. She tried to pick up his scent, but just as it had done when she'd bathed in the Sound not too long ago, the water clogged her senses and made it hard to pick anything up from this distance. As far as body language and expression went, he didn't seem aggressive or upset. No red flags stuck out, warning her to stay away. In fact, the tip of his tail was offering a few flicks; a friendly gesture, it seemed.

As it always did, her curiosity got the upperhand, and she found herself wanting to greet the man, hear his voice, learn his story, get closer. Her head still remained lowered to the water, but her eyes stared up at him, burning into his figure and taking on a posture that almost looked like a predator surveying prey. "Frequent these waters often?" Drawled the fair woman, her tone sounding slightly indifferent, but clearly directed at him. Well, who else would she be asking? The rocks?

As for why she always introduced herself to strangers in the form of silly questions, she didn't really know. Why did she have to be so indirect? Why did a simple "Hello, my name is" never suffice? Perhaps she thought she was better than that. Liked to make them want to know her name instead of just tossing it out there. Regardless, even if the question wasn't very relevant, she was fully intent on getting an answer, waiting patiently for his response. And, of course, now that she'd decided she wanted one, she would be getting a response.
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