Whitefish River If that’s all/everything/more

Staring dubiously at the female - You want me to do that? Now? - Grayday took a moment to clear his head before tearing his gaze reluctantly from her heavenly form. His eyes turned to the water, but his attention stayed on her, wondering if she would still be receptive if he made a fool of himself, here. Sometimes he still thought of the red wolf in the Hinterlands who had also invited him to try his jaws - could he refuse her without further offending her?

With one last glance in her direction, he determined that no, he definitely could not. Another breathy sigh, and he turned his full attention toward the shimmering silver down below. Might as well get it over with, he thought to himself, ducking his head into the water and wildly snapping his teeth.