koi wolves fishing ISN'T cannibalism

She heard Kuroki’s call on the wind and swiftly followed it, he always had something interesting to look at. He was always ready to go go go, like he couldn’t sit still. Or had to always have his attention on something. He was curious and bold, both qualities in him she admired. As the girl emerged from the den and made her way to the beach her dual toned eyes fell on both of her brothers. After being born last, and by far the smallest, Shuriken had swiftly caught up to her brothers in size over the last season. Her legs were incredibly long and her paws were huge and ungainly. She was anything but graceful as she paced over the sand, tripping every few strides.

She didn’t let how much it bothered her show, she wore a happy grin as she raced to meet her brothers. Mismatched paws carried her to Take’s side as she leaned into her larger brother. While she was thin and lithe much like her mother, both brothers were built far more sturdy. She was a mix of the two of them, she wasn’t as talented as Take but she had far more patience than Oki to get things done. This thrashed netting was no different. Living on an island chain she was no stranger to food of the sea, and all the beneficial oils made her coat gleam.

"What can I help with, Oki?” She asked sweetly as she fondled the damaged netting.


"Kiyohime Shuriken Ōritsu Abraxas"