Fish out of water...

Alarr slipped on his pack and Sandor got the feeling their meeting was coming to an end. Made sense, they’d already made plans to meet again, it was only a short goodbye from the sound of it. He nodded at Alarr’s words. “Same! I’ll travel south this winter.” He promised. He couldn’t wait til then. It wasn’t too far away. As Alarr turned to leave, Sandor grinned and nodded. “See ya ‘round!” Then, he went back for one more fish as they began to disappear. Final try before he would give up for the night, he was tired, too tired. He needed to sleep off all this hard work he had been doing. After he came back up he would go to his pile of fish and try to figure out a way to drag them back so he could get credit for them all....somehow...