Arrow Lake Gone fishing

Hi. ^__^

Hmm, where were the stars, where were the stars. Noctura had questions for them, and although he did not truly think that they "spoke" to him in a literal sense, they helped him ponder and conclude. But it was daytime, as bright as snow, and the black wolf walked among it all with unanswered questions. So as he headed for water and smelt two creatures of Ryūjin, he was glad for the distraction.

Hm, I know neither of you, the deep-voiced Gamma stated, and his huge form came to a graceful pause. Hello. My name's Noctura. He noted the fishbones. And it seems Ryūjin has found itself a couple of good water-hunters. He approved.