Stone Circle but why do I lie awake each night thinking

“Fish is good,” she echoes, sensing a bit of Aquillius’ hesitation. She’d never had occasion to fish in the north, but she’s tasted salmon before- the smarmy, briny pink flesh was so unique to anything they’d hunt for on land. She didn’t know if it was salmon season in these highlands, but perhaps she’d be able to find something. Trout? Minnows?

Her lips raise into smile, tail ticking with enthusiasm. “Fish it is, I think I can manage that.”