Whitefish River Little White Fish

Yes it does!!

He didn'tm mean to pry, but as she arose from the waters the wounds were a little too obvious. His eye scanned her little frame and naturally wondered what might have caused such a scene on her canvas, the story that such wounds must tell. Her structure was strange, alien almost but not terrible - she had a strange allure to her but certainly she wasn't pure wolf just by sheer appearances alone. 

Though normally Rosencrantz wasn't one who enjoyed being approached, her gentle nature and cautious approach was welcomed. She had a certain air about her that kept him from being on guard, at least to his usual extent. Not a muscle moved as she approached while the man continued to lay there, only his eye watching the strange woman as she spoke. 

She tells him that the north is in her blood, ah, so another Northener huh. Frost runs in my veins as well. Well, that was something they had in common at least, other than just being white and scarred - okay so there were a few things they had in common as shallow as they were.