Totoka River fisherbalm

she let out a bark of laughter, her grin as sharp as the glint of the water she’d just sprayed his way. aye, cap’n, i’ll bet on it! she shot back.

she flicked her tail, water droplets scattering in the air as she tossed him a cheeky glance. but when i win, ye owe me first pick o’ the next haul, she added, her tone full of mischief as she padded toward the river’s edge, already scanning the surface for her next catch.

let’s see if ye’ve got what it takes, cap’n, she teased, crouching low, her gaze fixed on the rippling water with a determined spark.