Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

Oh, honey, she said, almost shocked! Turning to look at Waawaakeshi with wide eyes, heightened brows. Though a smile upon her face said she was not mad, merely teasing. Tail waved, as usual. Educational when she spoke: Men can give ya whatcha want, ya know, she said. Babies or riches. Really depends on yarown goals.

The latter, for her. But sometimes she appreciated merely looking at them. Admiring them. Sculpted and defined and a treat for sore eyes. Waawaakeshi answered her question of how long she had been living around here, then, and the peach nodded, but remained otherwise wordless. Few moons, hell, that ain't bad.

Fish scent grew present, and she paused in her steps, dipping her nose down towards the water. Might stumble 'cross some fishies soon, Georgia noted with a firm nod of her head. Keep ya eyes peeled for any shiny, scaley flashes, 'kay? You may not be hungry but a girl's gotta eat! Said with a laugh, though serious in meaning.

Girl's gotta eat.