Sun Mote Copse A patient, better driver

the water seemed second nature to the red priestess, who had spent a great deal of her childhood along the verdant shores of a far-flung delta. with fish in tow she bid for ar-khalba, and when he noticed her she changed course towards the bank silently. she drew forth from the water a sodden heap and the flue fell from her pelt in rushed waves of dribbling loud water. she turned once and fell to the ground with the fish propped against her jaws - in scissoring motions the red wolf had sliced the fish clean and exposed the raw viscera to the glittering sunlight. silently she pushed a carved half away from her frame -- it was an unspoken offering for the male to take in return for the meal he had shared with her days prior.