Blacktail Deer Plateau you're gonna wanna be my best friend, baby

she'd stayed rather far from the pond since that initial day, but time had a way of dulling the sharp edges of fear. eventually, it had mostly been forgotten, save the memory of that fish drew her near once more. she is not alone; a familiar face drifts along the pond's edges. "ying?" she calls in quiet greeting, tail swaying already.