Falls of the Hinterlands well i tripped, i fell down

A voice broke her laugh. Wren started, feeling stupid that she hadn't bothered to check if anyone else was around. She wasn't a pup anymore. She wasn't even a yearling. Now full grown and seen playing in the water? Good gods. A fluster broke its way onto her features as she turned to face the man, half irritated and half embarrassed at herself. 

The man would lean against a rock, eyeing her. She didn't miss the whole 'sweet thing' tactic. Wren had seen and talked with wolves like him. Long ago, in another realm... well, she thought a guy was into her. Then he up and vanished. She was immediately suspicious. "Well, they aren't talking to me" she utters with some amusement. She huffed back down at them "I think I ate too many of their friends. Maybe they're plotting revenge."

She lashed out one final time at the surface before admitting defeat. Wren had to talk to this guy now, didn't she? "You're big and fluffy" the woman remarked idly, raising a brow "you'd be terrible to try and drown. So go first - the fish will get bored of you and give up on me."