Greatwater Lake The rain is trying to drown my feet

Dauntless was suspicious of her answer(s), but he didn't nettle her further. It wasn't his style. Instead, he was happy to accept her offer of fishing with an eager nod. Yeah! Unfortunately, he wasn't bright enough to pick up on her cue for a name, so he didn't give one. Daunty ambled over to the water, eyes immediately scanning for any activity. Fishing wasn't his strong suit, but it wasn't his weakest suit, either. He considered himself a hunter, after all, and what good was a hunter if they could only ever catch one kind of prey?

Letting his focus remain on the water, he started up some idle chit-chat. So, you live around here? he asked. She was a potential mate. And by that, he meant that she was not too old, not too young, and female. As for suitability, that he'd have to learn through conversation.