Fairspell Meadow i don't know where i'm going.

Whittier managed to consume the entire fish without getting himself stabbed in the throat too severely. He coughed a few times as a missed bone scraped his esophagus. It was about then that Stevie decided she's too immature to narrate this, so let's skip ahead.

His meal finished, Whit stood and set his gaze back upon his companion. His mood had lifted now that his belly was full, and so the smile he shared was a far more genuine one than it had been previously. "Thanks for your help, and for the meal," the Frostfur said, "You're a good guy."