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salmon run. nowhere he'd ever heard of, perhaps too south for him to know. cortez knew the expansive north, the broad east. . .south was a little beyond his meanderings. he caught the implicit compliment and smirked, turning to face saint more fully, even as he continued to stride forward.

really? you'd remember me? he shot back cheekily. his pale eyes glittered like champagne. pelt like mine, i find i tend to blend into the scenery. . .but i'm flattered, nonetheless, cortez added, tail swaying behind him.

oh, he was kind of in his element, now. i'm assuming lots of salmon at salmon run? the shakti asked half-rhetorically, cocking his head.

the tour continued without incident, and then they went their separate ways.