Serpent Lake my own summer

Waiting for you to speak first, she replied smoothly. He'd been the one to interrupt her bath. There didn't seem to be many other scents around here. What an awful coincidence—having these two run into eachother. Someone so angry? She supposed she was similar: just kept it all within. Enjoying the silence of the morn'.

The best time to bathe, she had always thought, was dusk or dawn. She was a few hours late, however. Clearly frustrated with both this and her hunt. She could entertain this, though. Should the man not prove too snappy for her liking. Perhaps a threat was what she needed to get her ass in gear. Rejuvenise, even.

Warmth would slowly gather on her skin once more. The sun would dry her fur as she sat within its light. Brow bone and tall ears would cast a shadow over her amber hues. But the stranger; he was all shadow. Maybe even within his own soul, there was darkness. But Hira couldn't possibly know. Not yet.

How about you? Her tone was light, unintrusive, though with a slight, tired, angry gravel. She wondered if he would answer her question, or if he would go back to contemplating whatever that furrowed gaze had been thinking about before. She was standing again, now, never one to stay still for too long.

Back to taking a sip from the river.