Duck Lake We were only looking forward

Myth scooted farther out into the water, feeling it slow her movements. She was going to stay a little bit more down towards the shallows so she could move if she needed to. Splashes were more fun, anyway.

In a lot of scenarios, Myth was naive. Though a yearling and thus still blessed with a certain level of ignorance, she wasn't going to be the first one to notice anyone's interest to be anything above normal no matter what the background reason. It wasn't in her character at the moment -- perhaps she'd need to be burned before being wary. Youthful invincibility.

"Heya," she said, upbeat. Where was she supposed to say in this scenario? Her nostrils flared and with a cant of her head, she confirmed, "You a traveler?" She hadn't met many lone wolves (she didn't really count herself among them; she was just between places, you know?) and wanted to make sure that her nose wasn't deceiving her. Sure, as a pup she'd been told to be wary of strangers, but at this point everyone was unknown to her. Myth had to start somewhere.