Lake Rodney When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh?

A wolf with large, gangly form of ruddy golden hues stole down to the lake for a drink. Sakari's watchful, golden gaze settled upon him for a moment, and she decided he was perfect. The raven stirred from the little nest she'd dug out of the cold, damp sand. She drew to her feet with an overly-dramatized shiver, getting into character. 

Showtime. 

Sakari pulled her front-left paw up to her chest and limped over to the edge of the lake. "Ah- ow!" she murmured almost under her breath, wincing inwardly and sucking air in audibly through her teeth. She lurched awkwardly into the shallows, gasping as the water splashed up onto her immaculate pelt of ebony. Before she bent to drink, she gave another mighty shiver, because the water was just so, so cold...

Practiced at her art, Sakari never once looked over at the lanky man to see if he had noticed her. If her ruse was working, he would come to her.