Totoka River fisherbalm

the glint of scales beneath the surface sent her heart thrumming, and in one swift motion, she plunged forward. her jaws closed around the wriggling trout, water splashing as she yanked it free from the stream.

she stepped back onto the bank, droplets glinting on her sandy fur as she dropped the fish, triumphant. but her moment of victory was interrupted by a prickle at the nape of her neck—a sense of being watched.

her pale eyes flicked up, catching sight of the captain lounging nearby. a smirk pulled at her lips as she nudged the fish with her paw.

ye’ve caught me, cap’n, she called, her voice thick with amusement, playful and unbothered. though i reckon i caught somethin’ better.

she straightened, giving her fur a shake, droplets scattering. what brings ye lurkin’ by the banks? missed me already, ‘ave ye? the tease was light, but her grin was sharp, daring him to deny it.