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Caught Unawares With Your Pants Down [Nami]



Jynn

Tojo-kai
Taicho

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age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
1979
size
Large
build
Light
posts
929
player
lunarcat7

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07-13-2024, 08:21 PM
Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn moved into the water til it was up to her chest. She then stood still, letting the ebb and flow of the water move her fur, ruffling it like algae or other aquarian plants. It seemed to be working as the herring moved closer and closer, the silvery school moving like a larger living being. She grinned as Nami moved back into the water to enjoy her. Fishing was such a relaxing hunting hobby most of the time.

Nami spoke of her old pack being in the north and of the intense weather. Jynn caught herself starting to nod even though she'd never been there. Just the mention made her think of the harsh northern winters in Boreas. It was a fine place to visit but she had little interest in actually living there. Nami spoke of living in a fishing village which was run in a strict and stifling manner. It sounded terrible!

"Well… not a pack like packs are here. It was very small and we held only a few small territories that we'd move back and forth between with prey. Course then a larger pack moved in and…yea…" Jynn shrugged as she gazed down at the herring. Her brow furrowed for a moment before her head dove into the water, her narrow muzzle cutting through it like a spear as her jaws latched onto one of the herring.