Don't Fake This

Pontifex gave himself a moment to shake himself off, freeing the debris from his coat before turning to face Rayne, as she suggested that they catch whatever they could find. Sounds like a good plan. He smiled, taking the lead as he forged a path for himself and his new companion, nostrils flaring as he hunted for a familiar scent of prey, sense alert as he jogged at a good pace, allowing Rayne to easily keep pace with him. He wasn't too sure what kind of animals lived here, after all this was his first time in the area. He couldn't detect any kind of herbivores, but he did catch the sound of running water. Running water meant fish. And fish was food. Up for a little dip? He chuckled playfully, readjusting his course to lead them to the sight of a little river.


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