Totoka River fisherbalm

If there was one way to win the captain's favour, it was with a little game. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as watching an opponent with Meredith's level of sass be knocked down a peg. "An' when ye lose," a familiar sharp-toothed grin stretched his features wide, "yer gonna be catchin' me breakfast for tha' next week."

He could hardly wait to see her face once all was said and done.

Pulling away from Meredith, he slid into the water with the grace of a well-practiced fisher and positioned himself against the current. His orientation mirrored that of the trout, now back to lazily surfing the river, in a way that cast his shadow behind him away from their beady eyes. The flow would carry them this way gradually, giving Nox ample time to select a worthy target. There. Beneath the surface glinted the scales of a fish larger than the rest. Ears flicking towards the bank to ensure the girl was playing fair, he waited for the catch to come to him.