Serpent Lake my own summer

And then their eyes met, and he did not seem so happy.

Hira stood from where she had been in the stream, pelt dripping wet, fur hanging downwards, heavy with water. Her skin was cool, black nose taking in the scent of the man who stood a few lengths away. Perhaps she was standing as a show of dominance, or perhaps she was going to come up and say hello. Either way, her rise didn't do much to disprove the disadvantage of her size.

Hira continued to be still, watching. Tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Tail flicked curiously. Paws shuffled in the water before carrying her to its bed; only to the side of her—not any closer to the stranger. But still, her eyes remained on him. Well, until she angled her head downwards, closed her eyes and shook off her pelt.

Then, she found her gaze on him again. Observing carefully. Micro-behaviours were present all throughout her body, insinuating some form of aggression, though not particularly towards him. For if it was directed to the stranger, she would've done something, said something by now.

She was not going to be the first to break the silence. If he wanted to be scowling and brooding, he could stay over there, for all she cared. If he wanted to say hello, then she would allow it, if only for a breath of a moment.