It was hard to imagine what part was more difficult about this situation: the catching of the fish, or the tactful art of getting herself out of the situation. As it was, she stood, two paws perched on a solid foundation of rock, while the other two were now much wider apart from the others than they had originally started. The sodden log that these two were perched on had shifted, rending Vaeri in a rather harrowing situation of being much more spread eagled than she ever intended to be and possibly ending belly up in the lake, quite without the nice, fat, trout that was less than a foot beneath her. The other possibility was that she got her belly wet anyway and took at dive at the trout. Of course she wouldn’t be surprised if it was eyeballing her as much as she was him. He, after all, had a life at stake. She merely had a wet coat and a little dignity.

Deciding that she didn’t particularly want to end up without a meal and go home wet, she braced herself for the impact of when she would give a harried dive into the water and attempt to snatch the glossy creature beneath the surface. Of course, this didn’t go particularly as planned.

As she shifted her weight back in order to gain a brace to push off of, the back end of the log shifted in the loose silt once more. Unbalancing her, she attempted to steady herself quickly, only to find that her footing was lost and after a futile attempt to gain any sort of balance, she let out an a loud call. "What the fu—" Which was cut short by the abrupt entrance of water into her mouth.

She came up spluttering. Hacking in a way that suggested she was going to cough up a lung, she quickly scrambled to her feet, glaring around the area, as though to challenge any viewers to laugh at what they had just witnessed. She didn’t doubt the trout was, though at the moment it was nowhere to be seen. Sniffing quietly, she cast one more glance around before raising her muzzle with a heightened sense of wounded dignity and leapt nimbly onto the rock formation that she had previously been perched upon. And with a rather dejected flop, she flounced down on her belly, paws hanging over the low edge, imagining all the things she would very much like to do to the trout.

Oh, the distractions. With all of her thrashing about in the water, facing away from the concerned on looker, she had failed to notice both his initial question and his presence. It was only as he repeated himself that she finally took note of his presence. Her sodden tail twitched next to her, heaving once in a physical show of it's water loaded distress before it lay miserably next to her. She stared at it for a moment before her gaze tuned to the wolf, ignoring the drips that rolled down her ears and around her face. Damn. She'd been seen. She seemed to contemplate his question for a moment, gaze removing itself from him and trailing the wet path that marked her leap from water to land. Thinking ruefully that there wasn't any blood in the mixture, she certainly supposed she was alright. No broken bones, no scrapes or gouges. Just an empty belly and wounded dignity. Her creamy gaze returned to him once more with a look that suggested her words didn't quite match their meaning.

"I'm just peachy."

She gave herself a moment, sighing inwardly, and then reigned herself back in. Of course, by the time this moment had passed and she had refocused, she was beginning to realize that the male was staring at her... and not looking away. At all. Her tail flipped involuntarily, slinging water through the air before it landed with a splat on the rock. She wasn't almost inclined to cross her eyes and look at her forehead to see if there was a gash she had missed in that area, but she restrained herself and kept her eyes level with him. They widened ever so slightly as her brow quirked. "What are you doing?" At this point, he pushed herself into a sitting position, gracefully I might add, and then after giving him an expectant look, stood up completely.

"Well, in all seriousness, I've just had a run in with a trout and a log and combined, they seem to have bested me." Her gaze shifted back to the water. "Bastard." She murmured, not intending for it be loud enough for the male to hear, though it was quite uncertain whether she referred to the trout or the log. Turning back, lip flattening from it's previous look of distaste, she spread her paws, speaking as she did so. "Best step back, should you not wish to join my state of water logged fur."

And she the shook from tip to tail, spraying water everywhere.

Oh, how she relished it. It started from the tip of her nose, a quivering that turned quickly into shaking, and moved down her body until her whole coat swayed back and forth, flinging water everywhere. While she was still damp and probably would be for some time, she didn't mind. It was the weight of the water that bothered her, not the wetness. As she stilled, a smile crept across her lips, unconscious, as though she had just eaten the prime piece of deer over the rest of the pack. The small joys in life were what kept her going. Frilly as a porpentine, her eyes opened and her gaze slid back to the male. It's quite nice to meet you as well, Shade. She moved then, leaping down from the ledge, seating herself near the bottom of the ledge as she did so.

"I'm Vaeri Rein. A wandered of my own accord." She flashed him a bright smile.

She looked around at the falls with his next question. It was quite a beautiful little niche in the world and it was very true that she had taken leave of her birth pack in order to find her own place. There had been no chaos in her life that hadn't been caused by her, and her leave had been peaceful, if a bit teary for those who cared for her. But she had been ready to discover what lay beyond the peaceful little ridge that she had spent her first year and a half of life. This was the first area that she had taken note of any real packs, and mostly this was due to the fact that Shade had just mentioned that there was one around. While she knew what to look for in regards to a pack border, she had never really ventured too close to one and thus not encountered too many other wolves. There had been a few, but in the six or so months that she had been gone, Vaeri had spent little time in the company of others wolves. She had plenty to do with traversing new lands, focusing on her hunting skills, and all the general melee that went along with traveling. She had had very little time to become lonely. Even so, the presence of Shade was a welcome difference.

"Well, I was fishing. I planned to catch a nice fat trout, sit on my bum and eat it, and then lay about like a little fat pup until I had digested enough to move." She never did have much success with activity after a meal. Once she got something in her stomach, she was generally slap on the floor the second she swallowed her last bite. "As for what I'm doing here," she moved her head in an all encompassing circle that was intended to represent Relic Lore, "I'm just traveling. Seeing what's out there beyond the ridge." The last two words were spoken with a dramatic flip, and had Shade been from the same place as she, he likely would have gotten the inside joke. As it was, her lip tugged upward with an inward smile at the play on words for her home. The ridge had been anything but dramatic.

She looked over at the water at his question, head tilted down as she looked through the current of the stream. There were small movements, nothing more than the stirring of silt from the bottom and minnows darting around, neither of which she could eat with any sort of ease. Well, she could eat the silt if she was really hungry, she supposed. But there was the matter of what that would do to her digestive tract, and she wasn't really curious enough to find out. Having been ousted of her meal by a log, she was still rather hungry, but she supposed it could wait. She wasn't really in the mood to find another fish and then take the time to aim herself accordingly. Perhaps she would give it another shot later. Well, she most definitely would. She was hungry after all.

"Nah, not at the moment. I'll have another go at fishing later, I think. But for now I'll just hang out here for a bit." She looked back over at him, taking his physical appearance for what seemed like the first time.

He was nice to look at, with his big yellow eyes and stark, dark brown face. Of course his coat lightened from there. He was larger than her, sure, but that was usual for her in encountering other wolves. She wondered vaguely just how he would fare in a fight between them. Of course she didn't have any desire to up and bite his face off, but a friendly spar wasn't something she would pass up on if it was offered. Her gaze returned to him. "What about you? Where are you from?" She paused for a moment. "Need any help' Grin.

Apparently her irony was lost on him. Her nose wrinkled slightly in disappointment before she moved on with her thoughts. Some were able to roll with her humor and some weren’t. While the grin disappeared from her lips, a light smile remained in its place, more as a place marker than anything. As it was, she was finding it more and more difficult to find something to talk about, which was quite a feat for Vaeri. While she wasn’t necessarily the type to chat your ear off, she was the type to chat her own ear off. Meaning, of course, that she kept herself quite occupied in her own antics She didn’t necessarily need others around to find herself amused, even if she did enjoy the company. Often speaking her thoughts out loud, no matter whether there was someone around to hear it or not, she reverted to those tendencies as what she found to be an awkward silence filled the air. He didn’t need any help, after all.

She found herself staring into the depths of the water, watching the silt pull with the current again. I wonder, the difference between living under water… what if you were a fish? Her gaze popped suddenly back to Shade again, watching intently for his response. While a rather… abrupt change of pace, it was a serious question. She was very much into discussing the queries of life. What ifs were a favorite. But then, she also had quite an imagination when it came down to it.