Don't Fake This

She offered him a warm smile before he turned and made his way to the waters edge, peering down at his unsuspecting prey. She watched with interest as his crown tipped down, nose coming to a stop just above the waters surface, yellow gaze watching intently. She couldn't quite see what he was waiting but without warning he lunged forward, jaws parting to grab a fish, water splashing. His movement was fluid, quick so as not to give the fish time to react. Lifting his head, he looked over his shoulder at her, a fish dangling from his jaws. He tossed it in her direction before turning to catch his dinner next. Dainty jaws picked up her meal, the scales feeling foreign against her tongue. She settled down a few up the shore, placing her fish between her paws, waiting for Pontifex to return with his catch.

When he did return, she would tentatively bite into the dead fish, nose twitching at the strange smell. The meat rolled against her tongue in a strange texture. It was salty. She didn't think it tasted bad, it was just weird. So different from her usual meal of a warm mammal. Swallowing, she took another bite, letting it again roll on her tongue, trying to decide if she liked it or not. "Thank you, by the way." A gentle smile graced her features. She appreciated his kindness, and thoughtfulness, despite the fact that she was total stranger, he had caught her dinner and was more than willing to accommodate her tastes.

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