Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

No worries and no apology necessary! The post was great, I felt like I was there :)

There was a moment of worry as Marcus observed his student. Wicken splashed around with his head submerged, and the last thing he wanted was for him to come up empty maw. The older wolf knew that in the state the boy was in, a moment of failure would likely be difficult to recover from. C'mon kid, c'mon...

Victory! The usually reserved man was unable to contain the jubilant bound and wiggle his body took, bowing his chest to the bank as his forepaws slid further into the mush. He didn't care, he was proud and relieved and felt the energy of the young man course through his veins. It was good to see a win, even if it wasn't his own. And yet, the fire pelted wolf took a little bit of credit.

"It was great. You're a natural, kid. Go ahead and eat, you deserve it." It was good to see eyes staring back at him, and although they sat dull and weary, Marcus could see the brightness deep within. He knew it would shine again. He wanted to help bring this kid's spark back. "Hey, you can have my fish, too. I'll catch another one here in a bit." Carefully as to avoid the razor dorsal fin, the gent nosed his catch to the hungry youth while offering a reassuring smile.