Underneath the Water

The male grunted as his toes slipped off the rocks grazing over the bottom of the river. He had discovered a drop off, and so averted it by changing to a diagonal course away. He knew that in this kind of current, a drop off would create a powerful rip current or eddy, and that would not be good. Even for a powerful swimmer such as himself, especially since it was uncertain how deep this river was or how many other rip currents lied down river. Though still fairly young, he was not yet able to tell where the rip currents and such things were. So far, he had mostly trained in endurance and stamina in swimming, and being able to remain in the frigid waters for long periods of time. Something he could use to his advantage. Currently, he had been working on his fishing and breathing techniques, soon he would be able to hold his breath underwater for well over three minutes! Next, he'd train in more stamina and endurance, this time with a load on his back in case he ever had to rescue a drowning dog. He smiled slightly at the amusing thought. Blue eyes peered to the other side of the bank as he noticed movement. The ivory figure had decided to meet him at the bank, ears half perked forward at its arrival and he then figured that it was a female...what with the way she moved and all.

Paws finally touched down on the bottom of the river bed, he lurched forward every so often as a rock shifted underneath him, but he had made it safely across nonetheless. Sleek pelt slithered smoothly from the water, body dripping with crystal clear droplets as he made his way up the bank towards the Femme. His body posture posed no signs of threat, hopefully that was the case with her as well. He didn't like to fight too much, but would if he had to. Mismatched black pillars brought him a yard from her, as he then place his bundle on the ground in front of him. "Well, now that I don't have a pack of fish blocking my senses, I...uh...ahem. Name's Tidus, and who're you?" He eyed the girl, knowing full well that the way he had introduced himself was far from polite and well mannered...but he wasn't really one for manners. He didn't know how to be good mannered, as his parents never taught him. Being on his own, he was always carefree. And his tongue usually upset or pricked the wrong side of a bad tempered wolf. He waited patiently for her response, consciously thinking about how to respond or how she'd respond to his inquiry about her name. She was indeed pretty, the markings on her face and around her legs he noticed, were different then most he had seen before.