Whitefish River frater meus, you're beautifully made

Creed turned back to face the darkened figure as it spoke to her above the sound of distant rushing water. A question. One she felt comfortable enough to answer due to the absence of distinguishable features on the stranger in her dark surroundings. She readied herself before speaking leaving a moment of silence hanging in the air above the river; sometimes words did not come so naturally to her in conversation, but it appeared the calm of the night prompted her.

No. I'm from lands far from here. She felt no need to say more as she finally waded out of the water onto a small area of sand that protruded further than most of the rest of the embankment. She shook her paws from the water that still clung to them before once again looking towards the figure with pale yellow eyes.

Are you?