Duck Lake can't remember when it started

Thankfully, the girl darted off before Murdock could look too hard for something to use to attract fish, and he gladly took a seat in her absence and began grooming his sodden fur. Unfortunately, she came back rather quickly, so he'd have to finish up at a later date.

"Perfect," he praised, his nose twitching at the fetid scent. If they weren't using it as bait, he might've rolled in it. "Just wade in a few feet - halfway up your legs should be good - and plop that in the water. The catfish'll come. I wait for a big one. Once you scatter 'em, they'll take their time coming back."

Murdock waited on the shore, realizing that this didn't really require much participation on his part. He went back to grooming himself, though he kept an eye out for the girl as well. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't quite place it. In his distraction, he almost didn't notice her question. "Eh? Oh - over that way." He flipped his nose toward Easthollow. "Led by Valette. Full of wretched little kids. I don't recommend it."He squinted at the silver girl, suddenly wondering where she'd come from. Was she one of his sisters, perhaps? "What about you? You look like someone I know, I think."