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

✹☾❂

 

Eleuthera was proud for her attempt at the sport, even if it did not yield a success. It seemed that the stranger (who was no longer such a stranger) was impressed too, as he smiled and cheered her on and called her dear. That last part, Eleuthera let roll of her shoulders with a shimmy and a shake, presumably from the chill of the water, but really because there was only one wolf she desired to call her such things, with an air of such familiarity. He was not here.

Eleuthera prepared and steadied herself for another attempt — but the better fisherman  decided to just get it out of the way and finish the job himself. He suggests they eat, and she acquiesced easily. “Yes, lets. she chimed, placing two front paws on the riverbank. She hauled herself up so that she could find purchase with a hind foot,  and then she was up! She circled around the pile of silverfish and selected one of the smaller morsels. This behemoth could probably devour the entire rest of the pile and still be hungry. 

“What’s your name?”" she inquired, looking up at him curiously. “I’m Eleuthera Shakti-Singing-Sunlight.”"