you were broken bad yourself

The sun was hiding behind a thick layer of clouds, though the day was still fairly warm. This made it a perfect day to try his paw at some fishing. The rapids were beginning to swarm with fish fighting the current in search of spawning grounds higher upstream. They would be early to the party, but that made them excellent practice for when the rest of the shoal arrived. There was an added benefit to his ivory coat, in that it made him nearly invisible to any fish with the brain power to look upwards for danger. The lack of sun would keep his shadow from giving away his presence.

Wading into a less tumultuous section of the rapids, the large youngster arranged himself in a comfortable, wide legged stance. It would take a bit of waiting for him to be able to catch anything, as the fish would need to begin to assume he was part of the scenery. Blending into the rapids was key to his success, and he was more than content to revel in the sensation of the cool stream caressing his limbs while the heat of the day slowly seeped into his back. The wounds along his flanks were slowly knitting together, but if he moved too fast sometimes the scabs tore and he began to bleed anew. He wasn't too concerned with scars, the same way he rarely worried about mud in his fur. It would clear up eventually, no point in worrying himself about it.

Movement on the bank caught his attention, mercury gaze landing on the ebony swathed frame of his sister. He didn't move from his position other than to lift his head and beam at her. "Heya Psalm," he barked, the accent that seemed to be shared between his siblings echoing across the rocks that lined the rapids.

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