Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

Hello. The words drifted over Zarya and it took her a moment to stop her quite aggressive fishing and look over. Zarya wasn't necessarily a rude person and had never been, so she tossed a tired "Hi" back to the approaching wolf, her bland expression remaining unscathed. Even if she had questions or more to say, she didn't, she didn't have the energy. All it seemed she had energy for lately was running, but that wouldn't help much now. 

Zarya sat, in no way was she hostile towards the other. Nor did she need somebody hostile in her life at the moment; silence clung to the air. Wrapping her tail around her flank she hid her scars that she strutted around with for days or maybe weeks. No weaknesses. Not yet. Trust comes first. She recited in her mind. The woman even turned her neck so that the scar tracing down her neck was covered by fur, hidden. Her sitting position looked normal, but inside Zarya was ready to bolt. First sign of danger and it'll seem as if she was never here; a whisper in the wind, a fragment of one's imagination.