growing gills

Rhyme tried to ignore the pointed stare of the pale man and went about his fishing, he didn’t know his name and couldn’t connect him to Eulogy. Though he’d been told the name Hannibal he couldn’t put that name to his face. He wasn’t sure what to make of his words, but decided to take them at face value. He didn't want to read into the undertones beneath. ”It is.” He agreed as he put whatever fish he managed to secure up onto the bank. He looked back over as the other secondary alpha killed another fish.

Rhyme paced back out into the current. ”Not a bad choice for a festival.” His voice was deep, and held more neutral tones as he commented on the festivities they attended. He’d repeat his previous actions, waiting until the fish was in the perfect spot and toredoing his head into the saltwater, hoping that he would get his teeth around the fish’s slimy body.