Swiftcurrent Creek "Fools", Said I, "You do not know."

So in his own head, he honestly hadn't even seen the gentle healer near the water's edge. Nor had he heard her. Which were he to think to hard about it, would probably berate himself soundly, but well it was what it was. He was distracted damnett.

Arric lifted large head up and up and was almost eye level with the small healer as he did so. A half a smirk on his face and he raised a wolfish brow. 

Sometimes. Do you know what it's like when there's  a siren call in the middle of the pack lands from like three different women and I being a gentleman am trying to stay away. It wreaks havoc. Honestly, though I just am taking a rest. I am always up wtih the sun.

he shifted and pused himself up to a more comfortable position for speaking. He still lay reposed, stomach to the ground, but at least his head and shoulders were up. A tilt of black ear, white ringed eye taking her in and the reeds at her paws. He bent a head down to sniff at them. 

What do they do?