Water Days

Lyra side-eyed the smaller male, smiling pleasantly as he quite literally ignored the retractable, cat-like paws she had, albeit he startled laughing when he groomed her paw. "It feels weird if I don't get the gunk off. And if gunk builds up, they're harder to clean," she explained, holding up her paw again. This time it was empty; she failed to catch the fish. That was no biggie, she just had to try again. And try again she did, paw sliding smoothly into the water as she tried to spear another fish.

She glanced at him once more as he asked his question. "I am from the mainland here, Boreas. I was born... eh, somewhere. But my father's side has been here for several generations now. My mother's side, I'm not sure where she came from. She didn't like us pups much." She wasn't sure where Valentine had come from, honestly. She hadn't really asked about her family line beyond that. "What about you? Your accent is thick."

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