Whitefish River if the heavens ever did speak

It seemed that the male almost preferred to venture alone as he assured her that he would be fine. With a tip of Raimo's head, he chuckled and left leaving her to her business. Attention turned back to the fish he had used as an offering, a gift she would not complain as she scooped it carefully in her maw before heading back to her den. She could save the meal for later just in case she had no one to fetch her something from the caches.