Whitefish River mars ii

While he’s eating Deimos hears the light step of another carried through the glade. He’s at attention when a white clad female appears, one he can place as a packmate but doesn’t know the name of. A precursory glance over her and Deimos notes she’s got an athletes build and sky-sharp eyes that remind him of the great above. 

He keeps his posture neutral, which wasn’t difficult to do anyway because he’s lying on the ground still. The fish is half eaten, but he offers it to the woman with a light smile, given how she had just mentioned she wasn’t too great a fisher. Neither was he, but he happened to be in the right spot at the right time. Want some? Deimos offers, pushing away some of the tail if she’d like it. He doesn’t exactly feel like going into the cold water a second time, given he’s a lazy SOB and all... but with some encouragement..