take it on the other side

He heard something in her voice, an anguish that he was certain he wasn't suppose to grasp. He didn't acknowledge it, she was barely coping with his presence as it was. It didn't stop him from wondering at her pain  and what in her part may have caused it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Muses” he said instead, paw moving beneath the water into a smile, a chuckle lifting from his lips at the folly of it.


He looked beneath the waters surface, at the fish that berthed around him for the moment and did not enter his striking distance. He was still, thoughtful, before he seemed to wrestle himself from his mind and turn back to the girl who feared and braved him. “That is an excellent idea” he easily agreed. He moved a little closer, cautiously, and with great intent on her reactions. If she showed fear, he would stop.


He was a wolf length away from her when he let his paw steps still, and turned so he was facing the same direction as she did. He crouched low in the water, so he cast less of a shadow over the water. Eyes twinkling, the warrior let himself fall still as a stone, and waited until the fishes grew brave once more. It took a little longer this time, but they did it eventually. “Ready?” he asked, voice calm and very, very quiet. She might just taste the edges of the word in their still world, and he gave her a moment, before he lunged, hoping she did also to a fish of her own.