Yvly watched idly as her companion slowly moved towards the bank, still paddling in the water in small circles, not wanting to leave just yet. While the day was slowly wearing on, her spirits were soaring high, but alas, everything must come to an end. "I suppose so," she commented casually, eyeing the surroundings as she, too, made her way to the dry bank. The tawny female was assaulted with an array of spraying water the moment she pulled herself onto dry land, mouth opening in mock shock even though it did nothing to her already soaked coat. Repaying the favour, she shook out her coat, aiming her shakes somewhat in Lily's direction. It was the little victories that mattered.
A laugh escaped her maw at Lily's comment. "Oh I'm the fiercest there is, the foxes have no chance against me," she joked, bumping the other's shoulder with her muzzle as she did so. "But you're pretty fierce yourself." For a wolf as small as her she had much fight, though in saying that she herself was not much larger and certainly had bark and bite if that came to be. Practically prancing, Yvly skipped away from the water's edge and to the large rock that had been the first item of interest. Someday she would come back to this spot on a nice day and relax before it got too cold with the upcoming autumn season. She looked over her shoulder at Lily with waggling eyebrows, though she knew that it was getting late and they should return to the main den before night fell.