Totoka River dancing with the waves

Étoille is by no means a skilled fisherman, but he possesses a natural grace and stillness that leant to the job. The fish are quick beneath him, and it takes a few unsuccessful tries before his jaw closes around the edges of a fat - something-or-other. He never bothered to learn the names of fish.

His large form splashes back out of the river. He tosses the fish on the shore, pressing one large paw over it to tear into the tender flesh. It's a messy action, but somehow refined on him. Étoille eats quickly - nearly finished when he finally notices the company of the white-furred woman. Licking his lips, the beast turns toward her. She seems preoccupied with fishing as he had been. For a moment he hesitates, unsure if announcing himself will make things awkward. Perhaps she'd been aware of him already but was intentionally ignoring him?

Well. It seems she's having trouble. He tilts his head and clears his throat. "More of them this way," Étoille says in his usual rumble, attempting helpful but perhaps coming off condescending.