Duck Lake the echo of some foreign song

 "I'm fine." Lainie's words came out a bit sharper than intended, and she shifted awkwardly before continuing, words softer. "but if you know a place less shitty than this, it'd be -nice." She hoped she hadn't screwed up already, fora quick scan of the male's spotless limbs had her more than interested in wherever he'd come from, if only to clean off. She shifted out of the mud carefully, expression still akin to something near disgust. The cold seeped through her fur, the cold settling on her skin. She wished dearly the lake wasn't a half-frozen mess, otherwise, she might have simply jumped in