Two Rivers Isle Epic Meal Time

Sharing was caring, apparently, and despite this wolf being much older than he initially thought the lad to be, Cry felt another bubble of laughter threaten to recrease his face all over again. Shaking his head at the offer, Cry declined both the orange belly bass and the bluefin trout the kid had offered him, instead choosing to depart his gift for free. 

“I like you, and you deserve a bit more than just a trade. My name is Cry,” he sat, wrapping a thing void hued banner around wet cold paws. “And I’ve got a home to set up and a family to make. I used to live a hard life before I met my wife. And thanks to her, our doors are always open to those who want a true Family.” It was true, and he couldn’t stress it enough. Gwen was his everything. Dangerously so, she was nestled on a life vein of his. 

A grin shot shot at the fish-flaked youth. “But since I let you keep your fish, gimme something about you, Prince of The Piscine!”