King Elk Forest neanderthal

she followed behind him, piping with concern -- Cas' ears burned beneath the dark fur with embarassment that he'd acted like such a spazzy nutcase in front of her. "nah, i'm good, i'm good," he assured her, circling around the lake at a slow trot. "just tired." that was always an excuse, right? now that he wasn't directly facing Laika, his neglected stomach twisted with a hunger pang and he paused to let her come alongside him if she wanted. 

"first, you gotta wade into the shallows, like this," the boy stated, padding into the shallows until the cool water lapped above his ankles. "and then, you have to wait." he looked at his pallid companion and chuckled. "fishing is mostly waiting."