patience is key

He tossed his large fish onto the back and licked the thin blood from his lips. “I am Rosemary Klein.” He purred, peach eyes scanning the water once again for the glint of scales. “A pleasure to meet you Mr. Adrevendi.” He cooed then dipped his head to catch another fish. The male was undeniably handsome and slowly Rosemary found himself edging closer to the other male to catch his scent on the wind. He smelled of pines and cold air, the North he was sure although he had never explored the wilds himself. The male certainly had a wild look to him and for a moment he wondered just how wild the ruddy male could be.

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