Lake Rodney We don't like when visitors come

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Following her entrance, the water had grown calm and almost entirely stilled. Every so often, nature’s breath gently pushed against the surface, sending small ripples out across the lake. The movements were faint, unnoticeable and not the least bit disruptive. It was not unlike the lake within the lair, though within the cavern the water seemed to move far more often than it did there around her. The many streams that connect to the large source of water kept it moving, alive—a feature that she did not see surrounding Lake Rodney. She smiled to herself, but it died shortly after its birth. Usually serene and motionless, she knew there to be an issue when she heard the splashing of water and felt the small waves as they pushed against her limbs. Her eyes snapped open and she twisted herself around, having needed to turn only a short ways before the source of the disturbance was located; there in the water there stood another wolf, his eyes on her.

Cocking her head to the side like a bird, she stared off in his direction, curious but uncertain. After allowing her gaze to meet his own she was quick to look away, focusing instead on the shore. Yet another, quick glance was stolen in his direction before she returned to the earth, where she lingered whilst her options were considered. She could always call out to the male, though she was skeptical about doing so—would her voice fail her? Rather the risking it and looking like a fool (she had done that already several nights ago), Kaori decided to just nod in his direction and hope for the best. Of course, as soon as she’d done so, she wanted to take it back. Her nerves got the better of her and she assessed her surroundings, hoping to find a reason to leave but finding nothing. Swallowing, she did her best to ease her mind, reminding herself that he might not even acknowledge her.

Yes, that is right!

Despite having given him an ounce of her attention for a single, fleeting second, there was no guarantee that the gesture would be returned. With that possibility in mind, the tension began to fade from her body, replaced by an unevenly distributed mixture of her usual, amiable self and hesitance.

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