Big Salmon Lake body of water

“Oh.” Her tone falls flat then, able to decipher from his own that he’s not willing to dish out any of the gossip she’d eager to eat up. Kipling sighs, contemplating for a moment if it’s enough to pursue, but then thinks against it—he’s pretty much shut her off. Watching a moment as the wolf begins to groom, she lifts herself up from the water, shaking off loose drops of water as she returns to the land. It’s enough for now, with the little clutch of knowledge that she has, that there might be another pack competing for resources in the Wilds. And just that speck insight would well enough to be useful.

“You know, if you want to seem bored, try yawning, or rolling your eyes some more.” She advises him, observing his attempts to brush her off with a renewed smile. “Anyways—“ She sighs once more, “—I guess I’ll leave you to a week’s worth of bad breathe. Have fun with the fishies.” Playfully bowing out of his way, and turning tail to begin the trek back to the mountain.