Totoka River fisherbalm

His ears pricked to hear the splash of water, watching hungrily as her lithe body brought forth an unlucky trout from it's watery home. It was a fine catch, but Noxir was not one to offer praise so easily - especially for something every seawolf should be capable of.

"Not bad," he drawled, rising to his paws with a big stretch before he joined Meredith ahead. Just in time to dodge the spray of water. Noxir glanced away momentarily to shield his eyes before his attention returned to the glistening fish. She'd get a bigger catch if she were to watch her shadow, but he reserved the critique for another time.

A breathy snort as he brushed past her towards the river. "Don't flatter yerself. Be grateful I put up with ye so often, aye?" Though she was not as level-headed as Emris, he left it unsaid that he'd begun to enjoy her company. From the glittering stream, his gaze returned to her with a friendly challenge. "D'ya think I can catch somethin' bigger?"