Totoka River table for two

Two things had been unearthed as the two wolves walked. 

The first was that Blossom was a woman. The mad man had babbled about her erratically as they’d journeyed. Swordfish had listened with one ear turned away, unable to withstand the man’s grief in full, or perhaps he was merely unwilling. The weight of it seemed too great. There was already too much to carry- 

When the poor man had slumped in the sands and the water beckoned him, Swordfish stood awkwardly at his side. The bear-hunter didn’t know how to console this wretched thing. He looked down at the man and watched the waves rush against his slouched figure. 

Don’t drown. I’m going to find ya somethin’ to eat… 

A frown settled on his dark lips before he turned to hunt in the wood nearby.