Deadliest Catch, Season 20

He’d taken to a group again, for how long he didn’t know; but here he was prowling in turn with the blush colored woman — and the monochromatic one from the last few hunts. Small world.

He scanned the distance between their hidden spot and the lounging area, calculating the steps, the breaths, the heartbeat it would take to close the gap. The forest was a labyrinth of water and roots, but it was also an ally if used wisely. The walruses were being fat and lazy, having heaved themself’s up onto land.

"Their grunting gives away their position, but it also masks our approach." He spoke carefully, his voice steady and calm; a rumble meant to dance between the ambience and not alert their quarry.

Aristaios' tongue brushed against the sharp points of his teeth, his gaze fixed on the walruses. Watching, waiting. The challenge was one he embraced, and he quite fancied the tusks on some of them…


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