mudskipper madness

Hanako

WC: 317
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With Satoru in tow, Hanako set out with the intention of catching even more fish. By now, as far as she knew, the Armada's pantry was mostly restocked, enough that it wasn't a life or death situation-even with the winter cold breathing down their necks. And still she persisted, willing enough to earn her keep as she bounced across the land with a spring in her fiery steps. She had no real hunting destination in mind, simply followed the coast till she came across the muddy tangles of the Mangroves. She wrinkled her pale nose at the sight of it, wondering whether they ought to just skip around it and keep heading east. But then again, it wasn't as if Satoru was allowed to roam that far, the last thing she wanted was to get into trouble on his behalf. No thanks.

Ever so carefully, she made her first hesitant step into the muck, lured close by the movement at the water's edge. She didn't know anything about swamp or mangrove fish and was a little surprised to have come across something so readily, but there they were: blurred shapes in the water close enough to grab without the risk of getting her paws wet. She hadn't expected to find an easy meal out here but she wasn't gonna let this chance slip by. Not if it meant she could easily get some praise in the process.

She cast a look over her shoulder to the slave and eyed the sack slung over his shoulder, ready to hold their spoils. Doubtless she was going to take the easier role in this, lest her pristine coat got dirty.

"You see those fish? Go fetch some. I'll hold the bag. She reached over and unfurled it from his shoulder. With a paw she opened up the lid and spread it wide, ready to catch whatever he handed her way.

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