fishy fishy

Iroh waded down the stream a bit, a smile on his dark features as he walked through the water. He was still thinking about Banshee, and the friendship they started to develop. He couldn’t wait until he was a yearling now, so he might go out on his own and meet up with her. He didn't think Pyrrhic would mind, but Malleus likely didn’t want him traveling without someone with him yet. He contemplated life as he went along, Sarabi the mandrill lounged on his broad back. He was getting close to full size, and even more so not it was obvious he’d be a giant. He hadn’t quite fully filled out, but he didn’t lose his barrel bodied look.

When he came to a spot he thought might yield him more fish he stopped to concentrate, and with a quick movement made an attempt to catch a fish. He hoped it was the golden one, but any he would offer up to Sarabi for dinner.