Whitewater Gorge Fire and Water

While the male found her markings strange, Sif could not help but stare at the black mask around the boy's eyes. It was rather striking, and it reminded her somewhat of Thresher and Stockholm's black muzzles. Her tail gave another hopeful swish as this thought occurred to her, but stilled in the next moment when the boy asked a rather abrupt question.

"Sif," she replied, after taking a beat to feel wrong-footed and uncertain. Mainly, she wondered if she'd imagined his tone after all, since he'd used it to ask a very valid question. "Whourr you?" she returned, attempting to copy the way the boy slammed his words together rather than pronouncing each one with care, the way that she'd learned from Coelacanth. The result, she thought, was quite pleasing, and she decided to try more of it when she had the chance.