Dragoncrest Cliffs island warfish

The way the water bounces gives Artaax away long before he hears or smells him. He doesn’t break his focus, however, until it is too obvious and the boy is excitedly jumping forward and offering his greeting. He is thankful that he is not hunting something on land for the noise would not bring back a small deer or rodent any time soon. Fish, on the other hand, have a limited space and he could, easily go elsewhere. “Heeeey ‘Taax,” he says, shushing the boy at first and turning back to see if his progress is lost. For now, it is, but he still has two to show for it.
 
“Hungry?” he asks, lowering his nose and nudging the smaller of the two forward, “we can catch some more after.”