kingfisher
ft yurei, seasonal prompt
07-03-2019, 04:11 PM
as she busied herself with placing the fish on his back, Benedict tried not to wince as the water dripped down his back unpleasantly. he did like water. he liked fishing and swimming, but the thought of slimey fish on his fur was enough to resist a shudder. instead of focusing on that, he'd begin to pick up the other fish and arrange them in a way that he could easily pick them up. the woman proclaimed she was done, and he felt his back weigh down with plenty of the fish. "thank ye" he'd smile, carefully rising. one or two fish did fall off of him, but the woman's stacking was impressive. he had about ten of them on his back in a row. but before he placed some in his mouth, he'd turn his neck to the other wolf. "whelp, should get 'long now." Benedict tried to make this as normal as possible when he was laden with the ocean critters. he picked the rest up, earning a jaw full of at least three good sized ones. he'd awkwardly nod as he more or less waddled back to Abaven. his gait was slow and steady; he didn't put it past any predator to attack him while he walked. but hopefully, he'd be home soon. hopefully, all the fish would make it there. and hopefully, he could wash off the stench as soon as possible. it may have not been conventional, but it was the best way he could think to transport the fish without making multiple trips. the rest of the food lay at the shore for the woman to take. along the way, Benedict did stop to spit the bundle out and regain his strength by chewing on one of the fish he held. it was a very slow process back to Abaven and he needed some food to tide him over. whether the white woman at the shore ate any of the fish was beyond him. she had looked totally terrified, and he could only hope she had the sense to calm down and eat before moving on. ooc words; FIN / EXIT |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent