Duck Lake zero hour, nine am

the male's pelt is fiery red, as if lit by fire, or— she once told me it was another name for the sun. she blinks, shaking the thought from her mind as the male speaks. he broaches the suggestion she'd been thinking before she can do so herself, which earns him a smile and a few points in his favour. she's warming to him already, though that's certainly not at all because he bears a fairly strong resemblance to someone else. 

"two have better odds than one," she agrees easily, adding, "I'm dawn." a quick scan of the lake, and the murmurs of life all around, before she looks back to him. "should we try for foul, or see if anything more substantial might come this way for a drink?"