Silver Creek Never felt so real

casmir lifted his broad muzzle, droplets falling back into the creek from his chinfur, and watched the woman with his burning eyes as she moved away. her wariness was not unwarranted, but it annoyed the mayfair to no end, and presently he ran his tongue along the ridges of his teeth.
yet as quickly as his anger had started, it ended; the wind went out his proverbial sails in a huff of steam from his nostrils, and he shook out his ruff. "hey," he called to her across the waters, hoping his jerky attitude hadn't ruined this meeting. "where are we?"