Whitebark Stream what a lovely way to burn

she is not long in solitude; the approach of another has her rise, peering back over her shoulder to set eyes on the pretty dark woman she'd seen only in passing. she'd meant to seek her out, should have, truly, and yet the past month had passed more quickly than seemed possible. "hello -- Kaori, right?" she asks, the word carefully enunciated on her tongue, though a glance tells the woman to correct her if she's erred. 

fishing is forgotten for the time being; to get to know her packmate better was a priority.