Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

The young fisher placed a paw on her catch’s tail and wrenched the head from the prey animal. Tenebris watched her quietly. Only the hint of a smile seemed to linger on the edges of his dark lips.

When the young woman offered it to him, he pulled back curiously. There was pride stretched on her pale features. She had caught that fish, and the knight was not certain that he should be the one to eat it. Tenebris glanced at the offering with a soft nod of his head.

You catch another and I’ll eat with you, he said to her gruffly. Otherwise, this is your prize.

When Tenebris met her eye again, it was with assurance. She could do it. She’d proven herself capable of getting one of them, already.