Fishblight Mire Blot Out the Moon, Pull Down the Stars

Journey was finding more and more to admire about her new friend; his voice, especially, was very warm and soothing, but not too boring, either. He sounded very yellow, she thought suddenly, but like a sunflower instead of sunlight itself. This made sense to the shewolf.

"Oh! Well, we don't have to," she said, realizing a little too late that this had been a rather sudden suggestion. The thought had occured to her, and she'd spoken it; of course Soleon didn't want to fish right after he'd gotten done! "Next time you fish, though, I can practice with you," she went on, and this was now a concrete plan to her. They would fish together at some point in the near future.

Now that she thought about it, it seemed as though fishing wouldn't be too difficult under the right circumstances. She was quick and sharp of eye; it had always been her fear of rushing water that'd stopped her from excelling.

"What are you gonna do now?" she asked him, showing no signs of moving along any time soon. Nope, she was stuck like an urchin to this fellow, at least until her brother came along and pitied the man enough to pry her away.