Greatwater Lake Drink

Rue nodded her agreement. She would also like to see the ocean, and that was actually why she had picked a westward direction for her travels. According to her family, the nearest ocean was west. Rue could see for herself whether the ocean was as magnificaent as everyone insisted and whether the sea wolves were as impressive as they were made out to be. 

Rue shrugged at the other's admission. "Fishing is a lot of work for very little reward," she commented, dismissing the idea of fishing after catching onto the other wolf's air of self-doubt. "What kinds of things are you good at?" she asked conversationally, quickly adding, "Sorry if that was prying, you don't have to answer." Rue's gaze drifted out over the water to concel her embarassment. "It's been awhile since I last had a conversation." Hopefully that would be an adequate explaination for her social ineptitude.