That's not very grande of you

Natha slinked along the river banks, twisting and turning with the river as she sought out inlets with calmer waters. Fish were likely to gather in these inlets and it was there she could get a nice lunch. She paused for a moment in the shade of the reeds, squinting at the sun. It was far too hot. She was not looking forward to summer. Her large ears picked up the sound of splashing and she realized she was not alone as far as large predators went. A moment later she saw a pale wolf moving along the river. The wind brought the woman's scent to her and she realized the wolf was from the Armada. Curious, Natha moved forward, weaving her way through the brush.

"Hello there, I'm Natha. Lieutenant of the Armada. Who might you be?"