Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

A fisher? Hmm... Foxglove's eyes betrayed interest, while her facial expression remained unchanged. She observed the young wolf go past her and head towards the edge of the water and beyond. The moment he stepped in the ice cold water, the she-wolf's ears drew back and she cringed, as if she had been in his place. Having hardly any body fat and a poor coat, it was cold for her to sit on the beach and watch. Seeing someone willingly embrace the ice, seemed like the stupidest thing to do. Yet she did not go anywhere - she watched him carefully, finding his actions slightly entertaining and curious.