Whitefish River Little White Fish

I'm so sorry for the wait - I've been busy with work! <3 (also, just noticed the title is kinda fitting now lol?)

Her chin titled down as his lips parted, wisped ears perking though her gaze fell to the slow roil of the waters instinctually. The words - neutral and nonthreatening - piqued her interest, careful calculation in her fae eyes as they considered the northerner fleetingly. 

Seeming to have come to some conclusion, the waif dared to wade ashore, dripping and tattooed with the angry red strokes of abuse. Tactfully shaking the liquid from her pelt before enroaching upon his vicinity, the mother glided closer on hitched steps - offering a faint smile of hesitation as she perched near the prone male. 

"Non," the wyvern chirped raspily in northern, lips quirking briefly in humor. "Ze north is in my blood," Awenfen murmured, eyes flickering up to her newfound company occasionally. 

"I like ze cold," she continued with a miniscule shrug, curious gaze rising to him. "And you?"