Duck Lake where are the birds

His eyes locked with hers, not in challenge, but in quiet interest. Then down her face and over her muzzle, with the scar marking it. Huh. A second wolf with a scar as well. He showed no surprise when she got up and entered the lake with him. "Ah, I see you aren't afraid of more than a little effort in your workout. That's good." 

Yanna slowly drifted closer but kept plenty of space between them, emerging only halfway out of the water when his paws touched solid ground. His agouti coat was water logged, the thick muscles under his skin only twitching faintly. "My family...my parents specifically, had me take just such a swim each and every morning." He turned his head to share a look with the lady whose name he had yet to learn. "Care to join me for a round?"