Totoka River fell asleep with death and fell short of breath

He had reached down in an attempt to catch another but came up empty this time. His muzzle was drenched as droplets fell off his face. Perhaps it was her gratitude that had distracted him or maybe it was just bad aim. His head turned over his shoulder and he offered her a small smile.

The sky suddenly seemed to bring down more water. At least it wasn't a heavy storm. His features crinkled slightly before smoothing out again. It was a good thing he lived in a place surrounded by water — nobody would question him coming back drenched. Especially if he managed to bring something back to show for it.

Have you ever fished before? He asked quietly as he stayed in the water, waiting for another opportunity to snag a fish.