Lonely Soul

Salmon hued tongue licks away the water that litters her facial features, her mind reeling as she tries to fully comprehend what is going on. She peers up at him and sees a smirk curl his lips, his teeth and gold markings shimmering from the suns rays in a display of gifted beauty. The gods were very kind to this man's complexion. The next time he speaks it is in English, and a sense of relief washes over her. Okay, so she isn't hallucinating. Time to clean her act up.

Clearing her throat she responds to him, her voice soft and composed. “Despite what you saw, none of that was intentional.” Slowly she collects herself, her small paws clawing the earth as she pulls herself up into a standing position. Shaking her pelt she frees herself from the water that weighs her down. Once she is content with her shaking she reclines onto her haunches and begins to lick herself clean. Starting with her right shoulder she keeps her crimson stare on him. Her gaze cordially lingers over his large frame as she makes mental notes. He is much larger than her, but it did not intimidate her. She has defeated much larger foes than he before. “Your timing was oddly accurate. A few more seconds and I would have been gone.” A short pause. “Were you watching me?” Right brow cocks as she asks him the simple question. It couldn't be a coincidence that he had gone for a swim and saw her sinking. She would have seen him, so he must have saw her go under from the shore.