Big Salmon Lake it's time we tried to find the sunrise

The red-hewn male came closer, his stroll seeming amicable enough.  The motion pulled Tehama from her musings over the nearby mountaintop, and she tucked her chin, lowering her tail slightly, almost imperceptibly.  The man's approach made her, if not nervous, then cautious.  She had been a few moons now without the conversational company of others, and to be so close now was something of a novelty.  Still, Te wasn't without manners, and could see that he made no move of aggression.  She stayed where she was, positioning herself to more fully face her golden-eyed companion.

His question was... well, Te was almost forced to suppose he was making fun of her.  Still, she took a moment to slide her gaze from the other wolf's worn features to survey the expanse of water beside them, considering her answer.  The blue of the fresh glacier-fed lake reflected the smattering of clouds drifting above them.  Serpentine curves of silver bespoke of fish making lazy circles way out in the deeper water.  The sunlight fell like honey upon a large wood to the northwest of the lake, and kissed the tops of the brush and smaller trees in the thorny, brambly copse where the lady had slept the night before.  And, of course, the very upper reaches of the mountaintop crags were reflected in the curve of water nearest the shoreline the two wolves shared.

"It deserves a name, surely.  But if there are wolves living here besides you and I, perhaps it has already been given one," she deflected, voice calm and measured, after a moment.  Though she certainly could have come up with any number of names for the loch whose small waves danced with morning sunshine, she didn't particularly wish to subject herself to a stranger's laughter if indeed he were jesting at her expense.  Besides, he said he'd never been given its name.  Who, then, had witheld it?  She wanted to know. 

The woman flicked her grey eyes back in his direction for a short look at the male's features once more.  "I am called Tehama, Te for short."  It wasn't worth getting into the details of her given name versus her inherited title, and besides, Tehama suited her more than meek Sela ever had. Continuing recklessly forth, she asked, "Did your parents share my opinion that everything ought to have a name, and give you one, or do you simply go by Wolf?"  A smile danced about the edges of her lips.  On the offchance that the male wasn't making fun of her in his head as she feared, perhaps she might open him up a bit with her own particular brand of humor.