Mudminnow River One by One

As a boy Valtyr had only opened himself to a handful of others, not needing to be noticed by many but deeply desiring the attention of those he idolized. It was easy to stay secluded in the Plateau though Dante, Saena, Osprey, and Pura had all been good company. Yet, he was still lacking in social courtesies... probably as a side effect of spending too much time with the bespeckeled titan, Pura, and was awkward at best when it came to introductions. Thankfully, for him, the alabaster vagrant didn't seem too off-put by his skeptical look. 

"Just small ones," Val replied, reflecting inwardly about how incredibly stunted he felt while addressing the white wolf. His eyes traced the male's face until the adolescent noticed how dark the other's mouth was. Puzzled by the unusual color, Val stared a bit too intently (by his own measure) and only after a few moments did he realize it was a deep cerulean. Val's gaze lowered towards the bank's dark loam politely, not wanting to gawk though his anxious curiosity had been piqued. "Too fast to catch."

His long, thin limbs took a few paces into the shallows as he stared wantonly at the depths, knowing that attempting to catch a fish would be a fruitless endeavor. He was not swift enough... and didn't know how to swim anyways. Making conversation was a lot like swimming, he imagined: difficult.

Val took a gulp of air. "Do you live around here?" he asked the stranger.