Duck Lake I Second That Emotion

the stranger gives her plenty of room to drink and for this praimfaya is mutedly grateful; she, like most, does not appreciate her personal space being crowded. especially by wolves she doesn't know. his rejoinder to her teasing inquiry draws from her a low, soft snort. that bad, huh? but she cannot pretend to know what inner turmoil he's suffered; and his war was solely his own. thus, she lets it drop not interested in involving herself in any sort of way in a stranger's problems. he introduces himself as collision — a strange name she cannot help but think — and mentions that it's a pleasure to meet her. praimfaya almost quips with a 'just wait' but bites her tongue against in the last tremble of minutes ticking by.

praimfaya. she offers with the rise of her head from the waters, salmon pink tongue drawing across her jowls to collect the errant droplets of water.