Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

he was charming, she decided, in an innocent yet rougish sort of way. erzulie decided on a whim to join him in the inviting waters; the current lapped at her sunwarmed fur and she felt herself relax. "did you grow up swimming, den?" the harlot asked of her packmate. she herself had not; it was something which had been trained into her.
presently, erzulie drifted closer to take zigzag's reply, had he made one; a plant from beneath the water brought her up in a startled and electric leap, eyes wide with a sudden and frantic expression.