Greatwater Lake Silly Boy!

Setting: Quite late. Near midnight, almost.
Tagging: @Aries
Note: Mercenary Trade. Hopefully this is a good starting point?

Taking a swim in the pitch black darkness wasn't an enjoyable experience in terms of, well, being able to fucking see. But the water still felt nice on the white wolf's skin. A fish that was unlucky enough to make an attempt at swimming between Āzon's legs was now flopping up and down in his maw, hanging to what little life was currently being taken from it. Great — the brute was finally starting to gain his appetite back, though it was still gonna take a lot more time and food for him to gain back his original weight. Maybe he'd make an attempt at hunting a deer once he woke up in the morning, who knew. For now his plan was to eat his catch and find a place to sleep.

Āzoniol's long legs dragged him back to dry, well, dryer land — the deluge that was flooding the Teekons as of late was still being a pain in the ass — and set his freshly made kill onto the dry surface of a log. There he wasted no time hungrily tearing at the scale-infested skin in order to feast on the flaky flesh that was on the inside.