Big Salmon Lake THIS IS A ROBBERY

who do i think i am? he scratches behind his ear, chewing as loud as he could between words.
i'm bard! his face twists, he gazes at her through slit eyes. he's found whats been itching at him this whole time and is keen to scratch his ear raw until he's satisfied. luckily for him and her, the itch surrenders.

leave? the bard sits upright now, eyes wide. a laugh sputters out, and he reaches for the catch he decided was his. well don't mind if i do~ his voice comes like a ragged melody before sinking his canines into the last of the plump on the fish. as soon as he feels he has a good grip on the quarry he makes a beeline past the once towering woman, wild and desperate to make a run for it. 

she never said he couldn't take the salmon with him, afterall. so he is absolutely in the right.