Lion Head Mesa gesuto o omukae

the sound of something hitting water -- which brought to mind wading birds dipping for breakfast -- soon caught in satsu's ears.
it wasn't a sound she would have associated with a wolf; but when she came upon the figure with her head beneath the surface of a tepid patch of water, she stopped and stared.

upon realizing this was the wolf she had been seeking to find, satsu gathered herself and drew alongside where they were positioned. it did not occur to her to speak or make herself known, not that she could with the bundle of flowers held carefully between her teeth.

she placed them down beside the stranger quietly and continued to watch; presuming, erroneously, that this was some indigenous custom of such satsu was not aware of.