Totoka River Flowers are happy things.

"That he did, though can't say I blame him. I suppose I could, though only a bite. Can't be letting you do all the work!" Dante stood still, watching as Julooke waited. He thought he had the range down now but wanted to see how she actually grabbed the darn thing. He watched quietly while they waited. He doubted that the fish would mind their talk, or that they could even hear it, but sometimes it was nice to just share in companionable silence.

Her head shot down and he paid attention to the way her jaws closed on the fish's head, gripping it much more tightly than he had been. There's more to this than one would think, he thought, following her to the bank. The fish smelled pretty good, and Dante was hungry. It had been a while since he had stopped to hunt as he wasn't fond of doing so too close to pack lands. "Nice catch!"