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

Glad that the smaller decides she wants to eat too, he pads off to the bank with their pile of fish. Splitting them up evenly, he flops his heavy body down like a big cat and snatches a fish up in his maw to balance it in his paws. The crunching that sounds, signals his first bite and the many after it as he continues to enjoy the fish.

Then the ashen female introduces herself finally and he meets her with golden hues. “Donovan Azura of the Abbey.” He hums over a mouthful of fish. “Where are you from? That’s an interesting last name.”