Frogspawn Swamp before it all becomes the same old song.

Feyre swam idley back towards the bank where Tru appeared quite agast. It seemed the male was not used to being suprised. She chuckled lightly, amused by this ivory wolf. A shameless flirt. Her thoughts wandered back to Embry, his whereabouts. For some reason guilt threaded through her veins. A flicker of a frown crossed her fair features before she tucked the emotion away. There was no need for such frivolous a thing as guilt.

He seemed to put a risqué intention behind much of his words. She cracked a grin, "Quite so. A man like you is easy. Its just not easy for someone like you to get the - attention you seek." She emphasized a few of her words, pinning him with her amber gaze. "And I can quite easily say that you will not be getting it from me." She smirked at the male now, padding out of the water with ease.

Upon the bank, the femme shook out her flaxen pelt. She turned back to face Tru, keen to see what look rested on his features. Her head tilted lightly to the side, her face inquisitive.