Totoka River can you picture, my lady, this empty scene?

Another stranger approached, but with a much more agreeable disposition. Ying turned and faced her, taking a moment to admire the unique patterns which made up her coat. I do, she answered, a small smile creeping onto her maw, Do you? Her grammar was improving slowly with each conversation and simultaneously becoming a source of great pride.

The huntress's tail beat excitedly at her hocks as she looked between the woman and the water. Would she be interested in a game? Ying saw no problem with asking. I am Ying, she said, You fish?