Whitefish River with the strength of the returning tide

"hail and well met" she greeted the other with a dip of her head. Heloise would remark to keep the flow going; "a bit dreary today, though" the day was fine enough otherwise. it served a purpose. spring was not humid nor too cold. it was like autumn. she took the greeting as a sign to move closer, a pleasant enough smile on her face. she respected the other's personal territory though. she refused to move close enough for a warning snap. "have you been in the Teekons long?" she'd query gently. she learned from Siarut that not all enjoyed talking of their past here.