i wanna be loud in silence

The sound of the splash caused his ears to twist, but Scully was ready to dismiss the sound as fish or water fowl, neither very appetizing to him. It was the sharp words that turned his head and stopped him from walking further. Silver eyes locked onto a form that absolutely did not match the ice in the other's voice, and his interest only grew as the water-logged wolf, with occasional strands of the weeds he was fishing for entwined with his gossamer fur, continued to bark. Scully began to approach, a wry smile winding its way across his dark lips.

"Yeah, I do," he answered. Scully was fairly familiar with a lot of the more common flora thanks to those he'd spent the last year with, and he certainly understood how vital autumn harvest could be to those who utilized the yield. But of course, he did not immediately bustle off to do as bidded. The young man was never so selfless and helpful.

"What'll my compensation be? Surely all that charm isn't expected to get you far," Scully teased lightly, testing the nature of this stranger.