Tuktu Hinterlands umzingeli

She would be tickled to know that he was even more ashamed given that she was a woman. Preeti had always marveled at that facet of insecure men. Nevertheless, she exited the water with him, not letting the amusement show (much) over her face. 

He had quite a strong accent, but the words came through fine. She cast her muddled hazel gaze toward him, brows arched. Hungry? she asked rhetorically, her own light accent lilting playfully over the word. I could catch you something. But the water needs to calm, first.

Preeti looked down into the rippling surface, stare fixed on the water and the gleaming figures below. It takes practice. . .and patience, the wolfess murmured, losing focus on the man beside her in the fevered focus of the hunt.