Big Salmon Lake i played soldier, you played king

Esme chuckled when the man gave yet another cheeky response, spouting something clever and unexpected. 

“I’m sorry for laughing,” she spoke, bringing her paw to her muzzle to stifle the laughter and hide the grin that remained. “And I hope it works. I hope your luck improves.” Her pale purple eyes were shining , as she again felt some concern for the wolf. She wanted to ask what constituted his bad luck, but they had just met and she didn’t feel the question was at this point polite. 

“Oh, no. Not me,” was Esme’s emphatic response regarding the water, shaking her head, eyes drifting to the lake and back to his face. Her grin was gone. 

“To be honest with you… water terrifies me.”