Big Salmon Lake Mmm, salmon!

He heard the soft padding of pawsteps on the earth and lifted his head to see what or who was coming his way. It was another wolf. A rather pretty wolf, at that, too. He immediately abandoned his fishing, since he wasn't having any luck anyways, and hoped up onto the bank. Nope, no fish for me today, it seems. He might have better luck on land, though, if she was any indication of his luck now.

He refrained from giving her a once-over, knowing it would be rude of him. Instead, he let his gaze wander just a moment before turning to her. My name is Beric. I'm from Wheeling Gull Isle, he said, hoping she would introduce herself in turn. He wasn't a player, and it was very rare that he had the chance to flirt with a female- not that he had the moves to do so anyway.