With tail waving contentedly, Star trotted back inland dripping wet but with a large fish secured between ivory fangs. What a catch! Stjarna couldn't wait to smoke some of the fish on a nearby fire and maybe see if they could detach the head and get a game of catch going.
Star repositioned the fish so their fangs were just behind the gills and started chewing. Just working through flesh and thinking as best as an inebriated wolf could. Star had had a couple drinks and was feeling pleasantly tipsy. Every so often their backside would sway off in a different direction but with a little determination forward momentum would be re-established.
Star walked right past Perseus, did a double take and then whipped around. He stopped, the fish didn't, it's tail heading right for Percy's face.
