Greatwater Lake [m]I feel her filth in my bones

Two separate displays laid out before her as she rose her head from her drink. An invitation and a warning, as different as the sea and the land. Menthe licked the water from her muzzle and offered a playful bark in return to the woman's, happier to play into friendliness rather than dip to the warning of the man. She could feel that his tone were simply protection -- and Menthe would have no interest in meddling with the blossoms of Aphrodite. 

I mean no harm, she called out, wading towards them, My name is Menthe, I am just taking a rest from my travels. She would pause if either wolf-- nay, canine, as she noted that one was most certainly a coyote -- would give her any indication that they did not want her there. I could sense your affections from across the lake, she added in a soft purl, her eyes alight.