singing radiohead at the top of our lungs

The male blinked at her, and she narrowed here eyes ever so slightly- wary. He slid from the water slowly, water dripping from his coat as he did. The male sat himself down, and regarded her with a stunned facade. He insisted his pelt was indeed white, and asked if she was alright. Mismatched optics widened, heartbeat racing suddenly. Ah crap, had she eaten a messed up fish? Well, she wouldn't be eating the buggers from now on if that was the case. Jaws parted once or twice, failing to find something to say. What if she was sick? Poisoned? "I hope not."

Weren't you supposed to make yourself throw up when you'd been poisoned? But she'd worked so hard to catch this fish... The male got to his feet, a small sigh permeating the air. Insisting she must be ill, he offered the solution of rest. Yes, maybe laying down would be a good idea. His introduction came forth easily enough, and she bobbed her head politely. "Sacha Volkov. It's a pleasure." Her melodies met the air weakly, anxieties triggered by this. The steel darling wanted Lyon now.

His lopsided smile stilled her bending limbs as she lowered herself to the ground. He was kidding. Oh thank the gods! She let out a long breath of relief, her stuttering heart quelling in her ribs. His compliment went straight over her head, however. Those things never really registered with her anymore. They were silent again, and the femme took an opportunity to watch the male curiously. His face marking was familiar, similar to the one she herself wore. Was he a relative? No, he said his last name was Red, right? Well, wasn't that just the most ironic thing ever!

He was quick to fill the silence with questions, and she straightened again. "I was just in the North, and I thought some sunshine and heat might be nice, after all that cold." She replied to his initial query with a simple shrug of her shoulders. "I don't live here, actually." She informed him after he made his decision, shaking her head. "I live on an island on the coast with my big brother, Lyonovei." She added, a small smile daring to tug at her inky lips. Where was he, anyway? She paused, letting the silence consume their conversation for a few moments.

"What about you, you live near here?" She asked, since he smelled like many other wolves, underneath the aroma of water and fish. A quick dip didn't usually wash them all away, and he had that look about him, anyway.