Tuktu Hinterlands you keep avoiding me

me too, anathi repeated, wat me too? it didn't sound like anything edible, but nothing did. not when translated to english, at least. besides, even if it was just an insignificant word, he thought that it would be in his best favor to try and learn their language. it seemed like he'd was stuck there, unfortunately.

he remembered the ebony-furred femme from the pond. eh, water? if there was water, anathi could (probably) fish. the small frogs and sickly fish that swarmed by the banks were a large part of his sustenance during this period of inability.