Arrow Lake the beast of beauclair

Finally the charcoal man inclined his head in her direction, though the reaction she got was not the one she had anticipated - initially the stranger was stricken with an aggressive anger that flooded his body and set his hackles bristling; Anwara had raised her tail, feeling her own spine tingle with apprehension before she made a steady attempt to calm herself. She could totally beat him if he wanted a fight, and then she'd make him apologise for being an ass. 

But the fury was diminished as soon as it had grown, and the red coywolf was met with a dismissive snort before the man turned back to staring into the water like an idiot. What? That was it? Feeling irritation of her own bubble up in the Kinaaz' stomach, she danced toward the water's edge and shot a hard glare in the man's direction; her paws felt the ice-cold ripples brush against her pads. Anwara cringed before taking another step in, only to scream "AH!" and leap back with surprised repulsion. No, no, that did not feel nice. Her ankle had stung as it touched the water (perhaps it was just too cold?), and that was not okay. Ouch.