Whitefish River here 2 china

She was curious and yet also weary, which was understandable. She snatched the fish from the ground and retreated a few steps from him, to eat her food in relative safety. He wouldn't charge her or attempt to take the fish by any means; he had his own right here. But Skyfall also knew that this was pure instinct working in her actions--she didn't know him and he had just given her food. If he were vindictive at all, he would have played some trick on her just then.

But he wasn't, and he wouldn't. Skyfall continued to eat his own fish, relishing the feeling of the meat sliding down his throat into his belly. It wasn't much, but the fatty oils within the fish would help replenish not only his energy stores, but also some luster to his dull coat. It would do wonders for his skin and nails, for his eyesight and even his musk. They ate in silence for many minutes, and when Skyfall was finally done with his fish, he cast the bones aside to bury later and turned to study the young woman across from him. "Better?" he inquired simply.