Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

Once the other settles the fish in her grasp, she sets it down near her. Cascada looks at it for a moment before she lowers her nose and nudges it back and shaking her head once she draws back. “It is yours. You caught it,” she explains but the other has settled back and pulled her attention to mimic. Having gotten used to the silence from the first few interactions with her, she no longer questions it and simply does as she’s instructed. Carefully, she drops a paw into the water without too much disturbance, afraid to make too much of a ripple, and then glances up for further instruction.