Greatwater Lake I'm pretty enough, so follow me!

Swish, swish, swish, had been a consistent rhythm her tail met. It did so now. Lifting her head up nice and tall, the little imp waited for him to be just close enough before taking a turn.

Whether or not he continued to follow was on him, but she expected so. Turning her head back to him as she slowly trotted along, she looked his figure up and down, be it from afar or up close, wherever he may be. Should he not have continued to follow along, she would have stopped in wait. If he did trail off with her, then farther away they would go.

His name! Oh, and he had pretty fur. With the twitch of her nose, she snuck his scent up her nose in what went from subtle to blatant. "What you called?" Then came the twitch of her ears, and the abundant amount of glistening in her eyes.