Ohhh... Who Lives In A Pineapple Under The Lake?

When he could hold his breath no longer, Tyrian surfaced. Clutched in the claws of one paw was a writhing trout. With what was becoming expert aim, the boy tossed his catch onto the bank with the rest of his slowly growing haul. He was quite pleased with what he had so far but nowhere near satisfied. He would fish until he ran out of time.

A wolf was nearby with the cat he thought he’d kicked and Tyrian’s thoughts immediately went to himself and Zahir. Perhaps they were a pair too.

He beamed at Eldi then said, “Thanks!” Before lifting a clawed paw from the water and flexing to show off the mutation. “These guys come in pretty handy in the water.” Speaking of handiness, Tyrian spied a fish and very quickly swiped his raised paw down after it.