Greatwater Lake but i'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado

And so she does. Zaahira presses closer until their bodies nearly touch, lip curling upwards in a testy show of teeth. Her nose bumps against the side of Selena's muzzle before moving down to the crest of her cheek, breathing in the scent behind her ear. 
When she pulls back, little pink tongue darts from open, warm mouth and runs over the tawny of her upper lip. Her eyes are narrow, and stare directly into Selena's own. Her posture is wary, stiff; willing to be defensive, should Selena make any moves. 
What was this girl about?