Redhawk Caldera Pure comedy

Fidget stuck his tongue just a smidgen out the side of his mouth, concentrating on the water (and fish) below them. He was nearly vibrating, watching them all dart around. He was trying so hard to stay still, but it was difficult for a wolf who had spent his whole life moving. "Dis boring," he mumbled, scrunching up his face. Patient, he was not. Phox wanted to be eating the fish, not standing still while they went about their lives.