Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

Wicken

His travels led him far from the cold and harsh territories of the north, and now Marcus found himself lounging along the banks of a rather impressive river. With a gleaming fish under paw, the wanderer took in a deep breath, glad to be in the sun with nothing to do but enjoy the day ahead of him. It was still early morning and so the rays were not at their peak strength, so shade would not be needed for a few hours still. 

The red brute nosed his catch to flip it over before starting into it again. It was sweet, and he made note of its white scales. He would seek out this sort of fish in the future, it was delicious.