Fishblight Mire Blot Out the Moon, Pull Down the Stars

from mid leg down the boy was still positively soaked. The longer hair of his underside and tail dripping in crystals. the crisp of the morning air brought a gentle chill through his body and he shook free of the lingering waters. from his mouth he would drop his prize in with his earlier catch. it was a two for one kind of morning and that was the preferred. fish were harder to catch, typically smaller, but he found he had a preference for them. two down meant he could relax to a refreshing breakfast. 

 the past few days had been entirely too tiring. he had travelled a very long way and found that he was certainly in a world where plenty of his kind thrived. he had danced around pack borders, avoided odd figures that dances only in the pallor of the moonlight, and decided he would find companionship when the moment was right, his strength was up, and the sun were shining. after all, often one only found themself hiding in the blanket of night when they had something to hide. soleon wanted to refrain from trouble. so he would do exactly so and keep to himself on the banks of the water.