Here come the Waterworks!

Growing warmer by the second, Caora didn't want to leave the area. The days were getting colder and the pup knew that prey was getting scarcer. She didn't know much of the seasons, but from what she'd gleaned over her short life she knew that that the weather grew even chillier and that prey didn't begin getting more plentiful until Spring.

Caora didn't notice the female approaching until she heard the sound of her steps behind her. Surprise tinged with a fear made her turn quickly, just in time to see a female emerge from the steam. Her muscles tensed for an escape. Since being chased from her pack the girl hadn't met but a few other wolves and not all of those encounters were friendly. She was tall, much taller than Caora herself was, and her fur was a pretty mix of browns. What was really striking, however, was her different coloured eyes. Slack-jawed, Caora switched her gaze between the bright blue and gold. They were unlike anything she'd seen.

The female stopped a little bit away from Caora and spoke, her friendly voice like a song to Caora's lonely ears. "Enjoying yourself?"

The pup glanced to the pool quickly. She didn't want this stranger to know that she was afraid of a little water. Looking back up to the female, she gave a bright smile and nodded.

"Yes, thank you. Are you?" the pup said, her manners kicking in. Before she left her mother, she'd always insisted of using manners and being polite. Especially when being submissive and unnoticed was the best bet of survival as a late born pup in her pack. In that moment, however, the question was genuine.