In this land of make-believe

Leading away from the falls that Obscura inhabits is a large, winding river. Bancha has seen it, heard it, and been curious about it for sometime, but until today, hasn't truly explored it. With his pack duties fulfilled, he figured gathering some supplies and doing some scouting would keep his mind fresh. Dainty paws carry him along the shore of the river. Bright teal eyes scan around, noticing how bountiful the waters seemed to be. Every so often, scales would shimmer along the surface, fish breaking the surface to force it to ripple outward. A fish did sound delicious...

Alas, it would have to wait. Not far down, he notices a familiar bright pink figure with feline-like spotting. "Atreyu?" Bancha calls out, his tail giving a gentle wag. Without hesitation, he moves forward to where the pink wolf sits sculpting a scalpel. "I didn't figure I'd see you here," he muses lightly, a smile on his lips as he comes to sit beside her. "What is that you are crafting?" The wolf questions with a tilt of his head, eyes watching her work.

BANCHA