Lake Rodney Otters for a bride

The brown wolf's demeanor was polite and Heph flickered her ears, blinking in return. She had never been one for manners despite what her parents and natal pack had tried to teach her, only a few had managed to stay in her memory and when she had left they had gone through a period of disuse. But she grinned easily and tipped her head briefly at his response. Heph had learned how to hunt in groups and teams and a part of it would always feel natural to her, wolves were pack animals after all, no matter how long she roamed alone. "I'll try not to slow you down." She joked, laughter imbedded in the edges of her words and she topped them off with a wink. The she-wolf was confident that she would be able to hold her own and contribute to the hunt but she did not mind the light mood despite the earnestness of the effort.

She watched him and lined up her shoulders and haunches as she spotted the root that she wished to aim for. After judging the distance and bunching up her muscles she sprung forward, back paws splashing at the shallow water and claws searching for purchase. Her tail spun out behind her as her weight shifted to find balance before she settled atop the root and walked atop the length of it that was over water.  While it was narrow it was broad enough for her to walk on top of it and the texture of the roots balanced the curvature of the surface which meant she had enough purchase to walk. "I wonder if the ocean will also have trees half underwater." Her voice floated over the water, idle musing as she balanced. While she was still careful of her own steps once she had taken the first few she found herself less focused on the precision of her movements able to find the feel for it.