She is an oddity and yet, part of her reminds him of Kairos. It is her stiffness, a feral sort of domination though he naturally questions its origins. After all, he has been learning about the alleged importance of social standing and so, he wonders how a loner can have any at all. She moves with sudden, intense motions, driven to the water as he merely watches. He observes each and every flex and coil of muscle, the way the crimson of her fur parts in the breeze; he is ever observant, a blackhole of unspoken knowledge. She is older and taller perhaps and yet, he is fast growing into the compact muscle of his family. Already, he is surely only several pounds lighter than she and certainly, he considers this as he watches the way she moves. Her movements speak of an unspoken threat, a danger lurking in the midst of her self entitlement.

Still, he remans as passive as ever; he does not budge for her and so, he allows her to move by, their fur intermingling as their warmth meets in the middle. He is steadfast in his position even when his paws shuffle the stones beneath them in preparation to move, expectant that he ought to soon. It is a curious thing to feign such slowness and often, he finds it lures out the inner workings of strangers swiftly. Even now, she has changed from an idle watcher to an engager. It almost makes him grin to himself but he knows better than to stop playing his own games so soon.

Her words are berating and yet, she does not look at him when she speaks. He uses this opportunity to observe her more closely now, his head tilting bath and forth as he surveys her further. Finally, though, he moves to speak, his shoulders rolling in a bored shrug as he seeks to gain eye contact. "The river is thoughtless," he offers, a paw reaching out beneath him to drag through the water, parting it before returning to its former position, "it does not speak nor feel," he offers again as he begins to shift, his body slowly receding from its position so that he might move back towards the shore without breaking eye contact, his head swinging lower now as he feels his back paws reach the dryer shoreline. Now, he is much more capable in his movements, his muscles relaxing without the current pressing against them. "I thought you might be different to the river."

He knows this is a taunt of sorts and he cannot help but feel one side of his mouth pull up in an amused grin, his shoulders shrugging once more as if to dismiss the jest in his comment. Yet, he has answered her question entirely. At least, he believes that he does.