Swiftcurrent Creek I became an adult since the pictures of my childhood

"hello," she answers easily enough, remaining fixed where she stands but offering an easy wave of her tail. she decides not to address the staring, though it makes her markedly uncomforatble—is there something stuck in her pelt? she's not asking that, though, and so moves on rather quickly to topics of her own curiousity.  "do you know what the river's called?"