Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

At such a mention of her eyes, she can't help but blink them to the unexpected first turn the unfamiliar wolf gives her. Chof... she begins to thank her in her family's tongue but stops short with a sigh, that she cleared her throat with instead. Neither have I, though.. she confirms, deciding there to straighten her own stance and boldly search the face of the other, right down to her coppery eyes--if they were going to be on those sorts of terms, anyway. She would have it for herself then too, even without being able to be so forward about exactly voicing it.

Who are you? she asked, head tilting back at her though she inched a little closer to the water. After that, she wasn't sure what to expect from her company then. I'm Opalia. It did not feel right to claim any surname right now.