Whitefish River Misty Morning

Peregrine shrugged at Koda's apology, then reassured him that, "Yep, you were helpful, Fisherman Koda. You should stick around to teach me more, though." He winked, then licked idly at his frigidly cold toes. He said no more for the moment, letting the implied offer hang in the air between them like bait on a hook. The fisher-wolf could grab onto it or let it drift away downstream, so to speak.