Wet, Slick, And Ready To Go!

The herring spawn was such a monumental occasion, enough so that he was willing to take the time away from his family in the wake of the raid. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, especially when the occasion was so time sensitive. With a few nets wrapped around his shoulders, and his macaque travelling alongside him, the island seemed like the best place to get to work. Plenty of coastline to set up the nets on. Of course, that meant swimming all the way there. He was glad he'd stashed his fair share of gear in a few caches all over the continents since earning his freedom, so that he didn't have to wrangle his nets while swimming to the island. Instead, he just retrieved a few from the cache in the middle of the island.

The wraith started towards the pier, eager to get a glimpse of the hundreds of silvery bodies flitting through the waters. When he arrived, though, there were already a pair of rather large figures at the end of it. He hesitated, leaving a fair bit of distance between himself and the strangers. Though he made a point of keeping his attention on them, he couldn't help his attention from drifting to the waters beyond. Even from here, he could see all of those herring. Every second that passed was another second where he couldn't set his nets... "Would you mind sharing your fishing spot?" he asked tentatively, ears flicked back and shoulders tense.

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