Darling dear

Feral nodded and approached the sound of the lake. He lied down and watched the movements of the fish. He placed his maw into the stream as he breathed through his nose, and not his mouth. When a fish had come into view, he waited until the fish was near his mouth, and, when it was, he snapped down on the fish and placed it down in front of him, tearing it open and carried it back into his mouth. He approached the femme and placed the cold morsel in front of her and smiled, "Here," he spoke and went back to fishing for himself.