Mudminnow River a fallen star

"Frederick or Fred." Irene took a moment to ponder the idea of a nickname, she did not have one or rather one that was not used for taunting purposes. But she decided that this new journey would not be like the last and that forging new friendships were to be her new priority, so what better way than to offer a new one. "I think I want to call you Freddy," she responded enthusiastically, offering this time a genuine smile, one that was crooked but authentic.

Irene followed close beside him, still offering him the lead until the breeze shifted and her mouth was quick to salivate.

"You know, it's rude to say that someone smells" she teased. Though he paused, she continued forward, veering slightly to the left towards a bush that had a small patch of fur that the deer had brushed past. Though she hated the hunt, there was a reason she was always dragged onto hunting parties, she was one of their best trackers.

"Looks like we got a dinner date to attend."