Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

Laughter erupted all around her as the male's voice echoed against the steep walls of the quarry. Frøya's ears pressed flat against her head in embarassment as her cheeks grew hot and her damp fur bistled in clumps along her back as she considered how rude it was for the stranger to laugh at her misfortune. 

A part of her wanted to drag herself out of the water and drag the male right into it, however after a moment's consideration she concluded the he was much to large for her to stand a chance of throwing his weight around. Instead, she decided to play coy and pretend as if she had planned to enter the water all along. Suddenly, the female jumped up and splashed down once more into the crystalline clear pool, her tail waving in mock amusement behind her as she tried to seem as if she was just messing around like a pup might do. 

After leaping around a bit, confident that her dignity had been somewhat saved, Frøya turned her attention back to the shiny stones beneath the water. A few of them lay exposed in the rubble beneath her paws. Pushing her head under, she attempted to dive down and grasp a couple in her jaws — a task which proved somewhat difficult with her eyes closed.