a caustic, fleeting thing

“We can certainly discuss strategy” He agreed. He watched as she moved towards the waters edge. Placing a paw in the cold water. “It’s still a learning process. Different fish in these Northern waters” He explained. But the fishing hut was set up, and somewhat walrus-proof thanks to Keahi and Mercury. “I haven’t been out there yet” he admitted. He’d never been a huge fan of swimming, though he’d worked through that in his later years. It was however a treacherous swim in the freezing water.

“How about we start with crafting a weapon and talking about all the strategies in using it?” He suggested. It would keep both her mind and paws busy.


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