Big Salmon Lake fallen so far, like a shooting star

Her reply – while somewhat supercilious – caused his lips to twitch. A smile tried so desperately to break out across his mug, but it was only seen in his ethereal gaze. He was amused by her haughty retort, if only for a second. She moved toward the active waters, not hovering over the water like he was. Vehiron observed, and took note of everything that took place, from her curved spine of readiness to the liquid she forced from her naris.            He watched her begin tearing at the fish, whilst his attention went back to the water's rippling surface. She showed him all he required, and now, he was avid to put his acquisition to the test. Vehiron derived everything she just did; her very stillness, to the victorious capture. He accidentally breathed in some water, but he expelled most of it out in a deafening, moist-sounding snort.             With his prize in his jowls, he looked to Tonravik and slowly wagged his tail, happy to share in his prosperity. Then, he went about devouring it, careful not to ingest the small bones. Once finished, his eyes returned to the sooty enigma. Vehiron cautiously drew closer, stopping only when she showed signs of irritation. He sniffed at her, nose twitching away as his mind acknowledged her for who she was: a leader.             “You are...Who are you?” He had a sneaking suspicion of her true identity, but...well, Siku did not exactly take one mate for life.