Gilded Bay Waiting for the tune of some old dying man

Jagoda eyed her shamelessly, noticing how the wind caught her fur and brushed it this way and that. She approached him and the milk-smell became almost overwhelming, but this was not a bad thing. 

The young woman asked him about the fishing, to which he gave a small shrug. "Not here," Jagoda spoke, shaking his head. He rose from his seated position, his leathery pads again gripping the rocks, his step never faultering. "Come with me? I will catch something for you. Perhaps you'll learn something." he beckoned her with a tilt of his head and began to walk away, heading for the nearest pool. Her mannerisms so far appeared to be amiable. Jagoda had little doubt that the stranger would follow him.