Larksong Grotto You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Kasatka had grown up in the area, but she had never been to this area in particular. Still, she pointed her nose toward the nearest source of water - a calm, still pool that was just barely visible from where they stood. "We can try fishing," she suggested. "I know how, but I'm still not the best at it. You should see my mom at it, though!"

But still, she was proficient, and she was sure she could rustle up some catfish for them if Vegas was willing to be patient. She said as much as she led the way toward the pool, tail wagging behind her as she chattered a mile a minute about autumn trips to the river, and how her mom used to live on an island, and about fishing in general.