Fish by the River

The woman greeted him warmly, so Ashmedai relaxed a little, beginning to gnaw on the outer surface of the fish, trying to spit out the shards of scales as he went. They got stuck between his teeth. Like prey birds, fish were mostly completely not worth it.

She... hadn't found any bones? Ashmedai peered over at her for a moment, brow quirking. "Do you... usually eat fish? They have bones running, like, right down the middle. They're tiny and thin and you can use your teeth to peel the meat away from them. I guess some wolves eat them, but I was told that they're sharp and they can stab your insides and make you bleed to death internally."

Ashmedai shrugged. He wasn't sure to be honest. He wasn't a healer. She asked his name and Ashmedai smiled with a mouth full of scales, "Name's Ashmedai. Ash is fine though, Lyka!"