fish!

and for a moment he settles, how his tongue is caught in the scales of the creature that now hangs lifeless in his jaws. for how he can feel the water shifting down his chin and neck, matting down the dark russet colors and slowly trailing down his legs to where his joints merge with a water and freeze to the ice cold spring stream. the winter shedding man found himself slowly wading out of the water, his toes but a numb sensation now as he slid through the gravel mix. sand and stones that lined the shore and where the waters gently lapped at the sides with the sprouting of tall grass blades in the mark of spring.

um... hey!

and for one to say he didn't jump would be a lying fool, how his body tensed up at the sudden sharp tones of a child and his ears that tugged to the curve of his head. wide eyes searching, scanning, left and right for an face, eyes perhaps as he let the fish settle to his feet. perhaps later then expected, a smile is suddenly upon his cream lips as he sees nothing but the broad ears if a young boy inquiring about his fishing skills;which in frank the nimble boy knew nothing truly about. "You have to be fast, and quiet." He ponders on his words for a moment, his head nodding slightly before becoming stuck on a spiceland looking around as if to expect to see the childs den-mother come surging through the wet grass for him. (The water was never a safe place to be at such a young age.) "Happen to be hungry?" Its a question that swerves his eyes back to the boy, and then the fish that lay at his toes with a soft touch of those burrowed brows. (How they are thick yet groomed, beyond a different of the wet curls that are unkempt and untamed upon his head)