Alpine Lake we swore to shake it up and you swore to listen

She hadn't noticed him at first. Her mind had been busy with thoughts that hummed like the buzzing of hungry bees, and they had consumed her focus entirely until the sounds of rippling water caused her ears to prick and her eyes to wander the lake again. She was so dazed that the voice reached her before his scent did, and she cast her vision in his direction - a dark male, with eyes so shockingly vivid. Faeryn gave a curt nod of greeting, before she found words to fall from her tongue. "Hello."

"You were... fishing?" a soft, melodic voice danced from her muzzle, and she raised a brow with interest - had he been fishing? When it came to hunting, fishing was the Renoda's prime talent, for she had taken residence on undersea's island and the most plentiful prey around were the fish that shimmered in the ocean's waves; she had become accustomed to their taste and the method to catch them. Perhaps he, too, was a seawolf.