It is not long before the tall male is awarded his patience with a bit of company, the dark female hardly unnoticed as her frame comes across the open fields of the lakeside plains. It is easy to spot those of exceptionally dark or light pelts when they are in the open and out in the sun, the bright pelts shine and those of a darker complexion stand out in stark contrast to the terrain around them. He does not miss the slightness of her figure, nor the scent of old blood on her pelt. Briefly those pale purple eyes slide coolly in the stranger's direction, yellow sparks catching the sun for a moment as his gaze rests upon her own ice blue stare as she drinks, though she is afforded a passing observatory glance and nothing more. Her presence does not concern him much, and though her scars speak of an enormous past and no doubt an interesting one, Samdei finds no true interest in his company other than what she could possibly know about the place around them.

Her words bring a dry, humorless grin to his mottled facade, eyes once again moving toward her as grey ears slip forward. Jaws part to form the syllables to answer the female, and those dark chocolate tones slip from his tongue like turpentine. Deep, rumbling, rich and smooth; Samdei is in possession of the type of voice that could rattle one's heart in their chest, and on this voice he responds to her obvious statement with the only type of answer he can. “I enjoy the warmth, I simply enjoy being a fish that much more.” And with that, he leans his larger frame over to one side, then lays flat in the shallows of the lake. He stays under long enough for the water to still, then leans back up and shakes the water out of his ears. With himself properly cooled, the young male stands and shakes out his water logged pelt. Once on the bank, and his full height is shown - as well as the firm muscles he hides beneath his pelt - he is obviously not a wolf who could look as if a rat had been drowned when he was wet. Samdei had the body of a god, with his long legs and rippling muscles, any female would want him.

He looks at the female, his gaze even and quite obtrusive as it scanned over the marred black coat, he gathered the impression of a wolf in charge. There is no reason to hide his study of her, obviously she was a wolf used to such things, and so he doesn't. Samdei doesn't care enough to ask questions either, and there is no curiosity to drive him to ask about them, but the marks were interesting nonetheless. "You know anything about this land?" If he paints himself as a newcomer, fine, he was not worried. Samdei was a wolf capable of much more than simply handling himself.