Honeyed Pasture like you've never felt the ground before

At his invitation, Simmik silently padded forward and settle in the grass next to him. She looked him over and then followed his gaze back down to the water. It was obvious what he was doing, and on a cooler day, she might have entertained all of this and offered to help him catch the creature. But today, she wasn't really in the mood for a drawn out hunt. She yawned—an obvious sign of her boredom. Her eyes watched the creature for only a few more moments before she looked back to the stranger. She studied him with her usual suspicion, saying nothing at first. But eventually she got bored of that too. She lifted an eyebrow in invitation. Want to go swimming? she asked quietly, still playing into his whole hunting thing in case he didn't actually want to go swimming; in which case, she might leave in search of another way to cool off—or she might still stay and help; it was too soon to tell.