fishing with grandpa

N/A · 11-25-2014, 11:09 PM

The male would stand, waiting a moment for Amarant to follow only to turn and find that the boy had already hopped onto the rock beside him and plunked himself down. Kylar would watch with amusement as the boy lowered a paw into the water, disturbing the area of calm and chasing a few fish away. Head tipped as he remained silent and simple regarded the situation. Okay so maybe no fishing. The brute would lower his haunches slowly, butt sinking into the water so that he would sit on his rock with the water flowering around his hips. Verdant gaze would fixate on his grandson for a time before looking down at the fish. "This river is very special. In the fall every year hundreds of thousands of fish move upstream here to have babies, they are fun to catch. You can just stand in the water with your mouth open and sometimes they jump right in…" He remembered teaching Vixe how to fish during a salmon run… Gaze would travel back down to his grandson and he would smile softly. Would Vixe have ever had children? Would he have found a mate and settled down? Where was Amarants father? "How has your brother been?" Kylar would ask lifting a paw of his own and dropping it down in the water to stir up the fish. They didn't exactly flee, still seeming to want to be in the still water but not around him.

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