<b>"Heh,"</b> the onyx yearling chuckled, throwing her dark-coated counterpart a shrug. Indeed, Volkan was pretty much drenched. Fine, but completely soaked. Her chest rose and fell with the strength of her breaths as she regained her composure. She shook her coat quickly, leaving her fur matted in some places and sticking straight up in others. Volkan was aware that she looked completely ridiculous while wet, like some sort of oversized mouse— but for now, she didn't care at all what she looked like. Her full attention was focused on Triell. She watched him shake the water off too, enjoying the cool feeling of the water droplets he sent flying in her direction.
At his question she shrugged again, this time drawn-out as if stretching her shoulders. The yearling rolled her head from side to side; her muscles felt good getting some use, being so out of practice. <b>"Yeah I know, not the <i>best</i> idea,</b>" she admitted at length, icy eyes briefly focusing on her previous perch before finding Triell's once more. <b>"But— I dunno. I just wanted to relax, I guess. How could I not, in a place like this?</b>" Slowly she waded back and forth, as Volkan seemed to enjoy pacing during conversation. Besides, the last few moments' interaction had left her brimming with energy, and running into a familiar face, namely this particular one, elevated her mood even more.
<b>"I should ask <i>you</i> what you're doing here. Shouldn't you be hanging out around your pack, or something?</b>" Volk swiped at a small silver minnow with a forepaw, but in a flash it disappeared, and instead she sent a small splash in his direction... maybe accidentally, maybe on purpose.</blockquote>