Totoka River fisherbalm

ask and ye shall receive

Restlessness drew him from the forest on the trail of an old stag. Their caches were low and Noxir planned to rectify that soon, but his sinewy meat was not what he was after. The captain paused as it's trail continued across the river and prepared to return home when a familiar figure caught his eye. 

Padding closer confirmed his suspicions and he settled on the bank nearby, molten gaze observing carefully as the flaxen girl stood her ground in the current. This was the stillest he'd seen her, the captain amused, reclining further in the weak sun. Whether her patience would last, well, he had front row tickets to see the outcome of that.