Whitefish River that's a lot of fish

Consumed by her thoughts, Lenina had hardly noticed the incoming stranger until already face to face. Up ahead stood an unusually dainty figure, pale in color all except for a head engulfed in black.

Although it was always best to remain cautious, it seemed unlikely a tussle would occur based on the relatively relaxed atmosphere. Even if one did, the woman assumed she'd have a decent chance of winning such a confrontation. But, until any danger was noted, her stance remained calm and friendly, a slight sway in her tail and lips lifted upwards.

Lightly dipping her head as a nod in acknowledgement of the greeting, she responded with one of her own.

"Hello, there."