She watches from the top, looking on the boy with the white touched fur on the top. He was an odd creature, and a stubborn one at that. He replies to her, and her ears must push forth with their black depths to hear beyond the crash of water. She does not respond to what he says.
In fact, she is silent on her dark black paws. She is much like her mother, and it a contender for overtaking her blood as the quickest on her feet. At least, she hoped she would one day. She was still but a pup, a young girl and a young mind. Perhaps that meant she was willing to take more risks. She finds a path of rock, her form gracefully jumping down and down out of sight, with perhaps a flash of red here and there from the moon.
Her blue eyes had caught the figure and heard his form crash into the water. Her form descends like a ghost, sticking to the shadows as she comes around. She is down on ground level by the time he climbs up to the rock. She watches as he looks up to where she was, how he seemed so prideful and pompous. She smirks as she appears into the moonlight, her blue eyes staring at him like lasers. Each step is careful yet deliberate.
"Is it not cold on this night to wet? Who is laughing now, hm?" she says with a dark grin slipping onto her lithe muzzle. Her fur was only touched with light beads of water. He? Now, he might as well be one with the river.
Belhara