mudskipper madness

When he'd been approached by the pale non-Nippon wolf with a proposition, there was no way the dark coated slave would have been able to turn down the opportunity to leave the borders and explore a little. Fishing with a pretty koi-marked girl, too? Well, that was a bonus. They loped quite a distance from the borders of the Armada, and for a moment Satoru wondered if he could subdue the larger female and make a break for it. She was just as wiry as he, and with limited experience in battle. Then again, she seemed like the type to snitch and have the Warlord hunting him across the continent for the remainder of his days. Perhaps best to simply bide his time. The stench of mud and stagnant water reared before them as they approached the edges of a mangrove swamp, of which the male had seen very few in his days. A tiny scowl crossed his features when the fae led him closer, toeing the line where soil turned to thick mud. Was she really intending to try and fish here?

Hanako cast her mercury gaze over her shoulder and wordlessly drew him forth, the waifish male following her line of sight to notice the strange, sleek bodies moving through the murky water near the shore. He felt the bag over his shoulder being pulled away by careful paws, but paid it little heed. It was only when the fae spoke that his gaze lifted from the strange, flitting shapes that were diving through the water and skirting over the mud at the edge of the water."You see those fish? Go fetch some. I'll hold the bag." she demanded, followed by the sound of burlap shuffling as the knot at the top was loosened to unfurl the top. Sea foam eyes cut between her decidedly serious expression and the slimy creatures at the water's edge. "I'm not certain they are fish, my lady." he muttered with a tiny frown, taking a careful step towards the water. Then another, warily eyeing the way the mud coated bodies seemed to grow more frantic without fleeing his approach. Slender skull lowered towards the ground, dark auds lowered warily. The moment his jaws parted, four little fishy bodies came flying from the water to rear up and face off with their own mouths agape!

With an undignified yelp, Satoru flinched back and nearly tripped over one of Hanako's paws. "Fuck me!" he cried in his native tongue, staring at the strange little creatures that had leapt from the mud to challenge a wolf at least fifty times their size.

(WORD COUNT: 437 / TOTAL WC: 754 / 1500)