Whitefish River catch of the day

Lmfao, I almost forgot about this... shit. >___>

With the passage of time beginning to escape him, Mordecai dared to venture out beyond the borders of the Plateau for a change. Though far from healed, a certain restlessness prompted him all the same to continue on. This time, he decided that he wouldn't push himself too far — there'd be no cross-country adventure today — and the river seemed like a likely place to go. Perhaps a dip in the current of cold waters would alleviate some of the ache he felt in his body, though he didn't know if it was a viable remedy or not.

As he made his approach, another figure began to rise above the brush of the flatlands. The hoisting motion of the other revealed that he had caught a fish and that action alone was enough to prompt the Ostrega to steer himself further out from the path he was originally on. He wasn't looking for the trouble and denied himself the interest, instead steadily come up to the shoreline well over a stone's throw to drink from the rushing waters. And in spite of his denial of forward interest, he kept a gold eye trained on the figure of the pale-colored wolf. It was doubtful that the wolves of the dark woods would find themselves this far north and at that, he didn't consider them fishers in the slightest.

And so, he would linger.