Water Days

Thoren would crack the skull of the fish he managed to capture and took it to shore, starting a small pile before turning back to the water, ears coming forward as the giant wolf spoke, her fur bristled slightly, causing his muscle to tense until she shook herself- allowing the bristled fur to fall. His muscles relaxed once more in response. She asked about the species and he shook his head. “New to fishing…they just fish to me.” He answered in a heavy accent. He watched as she tried again to get a fish before he used his own technique…it seemed to work quite well for him thus far…no sense in changing tactic now.


(sorry this is terrible)