red fish, blue fish

His other fishing spot was becoming less active, and more and more wolves were going there. As a result, Aiden sort of drifted away, wandering the festivals and the bright sights, the odd creatures and odd smells. There was just about everything here, and he didn't quite know what to make of it. It was certainly interesting for sure - and so much to do. He'd only caught a few fish, and he was... well, still hungry, and wanted tickets.

He spotted a small little fishing spot only occupied by one other wof, so he headed towards it, slipping into the water with very little sound. He smiled gently and nodded in the other wolf's direction, though when he did so, he paused, breathing in the faint scent of herbs that were clinging to her. Skinny, tear-stained, and herb-scented was certainly an odd combination. Was she sick? But, the herbs didn't smell like injuries or sickness, and her scent was normal otherwise; he wasn't sure she was sick. Healer, maybe? Realizing he was staring, he shook his head roughly. "I'm sorry. I'm Aiden, a healer of Abaven. Are you a healer too? I smell herbs on you." He might as well take the plunge - both figuratively and literally as a fish swam by and he tried to lunge for it.

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