Mudminnow River under pressure

[table width=80%][tr][td]A young specimen the stranger was; still quite lanky and pup-like unlike herself. Especially unlike herself were the girl's colours; they were dark, ominous and rebellious and lack most to all true colour. Aoife's eyes grew wider in curiosity as the other spotted her, smiling around her lapping tongue that was still gathering water. The stranger lifted her head, and the rebel princess did too - magnificent maw dripping with the cool liquids that she had been drinking. Her ears swivelled atop her head, surprised by the sudden voice that cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter.

My, my... Aoife said sweetly, cocking her head to the side. So curious, aren't we? She chuckled, clearly having no ill-intentions but a rebellious playfulness.[/td][/tr][/table]