Greatwater Lake one fish, two fish

A voice drifted soon after she scented them. Wren turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the dark coated man. She could make out in the dim light that he had a brown pelt with flickers of other hues. Even his eyes were brown. Strange, she was starting to think she'd only run into gray or white wolves. She didn't know why that was important - actually it wasn't. It was just good to see someone with a similiar coat. It made her feel less alone for some stupid reason.

"Yeah" she replies easily, glancing back and down at the liquid. She's seen enough water to know that the sky drowns in pools. But it'd be rude to say anything about that when he remarks it first. "it's nice to look at" a cracked sort of smile appears on her features "but it makes it harder to see the fish underneath." A ghost of a laugh escaped her, having wanted to fish for something to eat. Oh well. She could do with some company. Shuffling around, she faced the man properly.