'CAUSE IT'S SATURDAY

"Good day indeed," the young man would respond pleasantly enough, and after giving Kuwindwa a once-over (she was doing much the same to him at that very moment) he would continue... he was observant, that much was certain. Indeed, his green eyes shone with a refreshing intelligence. The last young wolf she'd met had been Psalm - and he had been rather simple. Precious as that trait was, it wouldn't necessarily get him far in life. This lad would be more promising... but he certainly was talkative, asking a complete stranger questions.

Kuwindwa supposed he was simply being amiable, as she might have been once upon a time. Now she only canted her head slightly and took quick note of her own paws as if to confirm his simple statement. For a moment her frustration returned, roiled around in her head, then was forcibly settled by the woman herself as her bronze eyes snapped back to the silvery boy.

"Yes. Or rather, I was attempting to," she explained, the slightest hint of exasperation slipping into her tone as she went on, "I am not accustomed to fishing." It was the only explanation she would give before seating herself where she stood. She would pretend that was exactly why she had been unable to catch those fish. Even their languid movements had been a little much for her. How pathetic.

"I am called Kuwindwa. What may I call you?"