Totoka River It’s Not Much, But It’s Honest Work

Setting: Evening — 19:28. 78 degrees — Clear Skies, beautiful sunset.
Set on the south end of the Takota River, closer towards Ravensblood Forest.

@Eleuthera

Donovan paws out from his newly claimed land, if one can call it that. His wide, heavy paws spur him forth parallel to the winding river that’s born of a waterfall further south. Some parts of this river are deadly rushing rapids. While other areas are slowed down by the numerous rocks and boulders that seem to be slowly eroding away over time. This evening he finds himself deciding to fish. Finding food for the cache is important even though there’s only the pair of them residing in the lonesome, bleeding forest.

His path stops at a wide section of the Takota River. One that is just barely deep enough to swim in and even then he can feel the gravel close beneath his paws when he does. No, he doesn’t haphazardly jump in like he’s on summer vacation. He’s tiptoeing into the shallow end until it settles just below the bend of his elbow. His glorious coat is tinted orange with the ferocity of the setting sun and his muscles ripple beneath his coat powerfully as he shifts his weight. The massive male’s muzzle is craned low to the water ready to strike and his shimmering gold orbs skitter along the river floor, awaiting for his prey to curiously investigate him. 

With his brow pinched in concentration he stares only into the water. Allowing the rest of his surroundings to blend into one another. So much so he probably wouldn’t notice anyone who passed by. Sure he probably looked batshit insane staring into the water so stick still, but he’s hungry so he wills his patience to cooperate with him.