King Elk Forest neanderthal

she liked to talk, didn't she? Casmir raised his head from where he had been staring intently into the water and grinned at Laika and her stage whispering. "i think they feel more than anything," he stated, for that was how he had been taught. "keep your legs still and your voice low. they'll come." 

as if on cue, a smaller trout finned lazily toward the pair, cutting a ripple in the water. the Mayfair boy didn't try to catch it, but cast a look to his pretty compadre, one corner of his mouth quirking in a 'go for it' smirk.