Greatwater Lake there with my crooked teeth

A chuff broke the silence of the lake scene. Tall and pointed ears briefly flickered before she halted, head turning to see who it could be. She had not scented anything — although, the damp ground and fresh water did well to mask most things — upon her arrival to the edge of the waters.

She spotted them easily enough though. Earthy, natural colors painted their short coat. Where from? The Merei asked softly. It was as though the stranger had appeared from thin air. Granted she was not the best with words and so the question had the potential to be taken in plenty of ways.