Island Living [Asuka?]

He’d pushed farther east, all the way to the coast, after the Ashen tourney was complete. Now he slogged from the brackish river to the shore of the largest island, shaking out his coat with a shiver and glad the contents of his pouches were enclosed in waterproof packets. He’d have to oil and buff the armor when he got home to remove the salt.

Still, he had made it to the island and set himself to exploring the place. He had a few days before he really needed to return home, and given Aurielle’s desire that he explore the world and enjoy his life now and then, he half wondered if she’d thwack him one if he came back early.

After a while he settled by the shore like a mountain cat, peering into the water. Fish sounded like a nice way to start camp.

In time, he saw a shadowy form working its way through the water and, stilling, watched until it drew near enough. He lanced forward into the water, knowing to strike just ahead and off target, because water messed with perspective. His head disappeared briefly, and with a wild splashing and frothing of water he drew back, jaws clamped tightly around the thrashing fish as he bounded back to shore, not releasing his catch until he was far away from the water.

He severed the head from the fish and sat back, shaking the water from his fur - again - and studying his prize. It would feed him well, with leftovers to bring back with him, and so he went about setting up a small camp, striking a fire and skewering the fish to cook while he foraged for additions to his dinner.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think