Whitefish River You Look Like A Nice Person

She could almost feel herself relaxing at the sound of the water rushing by - but it was the sight of the large brown man who she met with the other guy that brought the hairs along her nape to rise uncomfortably and legs to grow stiff. She turned her back to the river and glared daggers at him as he approached, lips turning up to try and spook him away with the scary milk weapons she still had.

Cautious and apprehensive, even as he flopped down to the ground - he was just too big for comfort. The other guy was at least a little smaller than this. She felt like all he had to do was just step on her and that was it! (oh the day she realizes she will be just as big and terrifying LOL). Too close, she faux lunged, snapping at the air around him with little teeth, despite her fear of him it was the only thing she knew how to do to try and protect herself.

He was talking about the river, did she see something that big? Thinking back to the pebble beached river that ran through the misty woods of home, she couldn't really tell how big it was with her stature, so she assumed yes and nodded slowly to communicate that - a little growl rumbling in her the whole dang time.