Whitefish River graphite

Deimos didn’t think this through. The water was toe-bitingly cold, and his fish? Completely gone without a trace. 

Rueing his decision, Deimos turns around and is clawing through the water like a bedraggled cat, only his head at the surface and ears flat, when he sees there’s a tower of a man lurking on the bank. 

Now Deimos isn’t exactly small, but this guy is a monolith. His height earns him a wary look from sodden Deimos, who manages to pull himself up a nearby bank. Was he hungry? You betcha. Resisting the urge to shake and splatter his companion, Deimos nods but can’t help the sideways comment that slips from his mouth. You’re a big fella, aren’t you? How much does it take to feed a bloke your size? he can’t imagine his single fish would have been enough for this metaphorical leviathan.