Totoka River fisherbalm

aye, cap'n, fair's fair, she murmured, her tone teasing yet nonchalant, as if breakfast duty were of no consequence to her.

she slid herself lower, paws sinking into the shallows as she readied for the hunt. the current tugged at her fur, but she remained steady, her sharp gaze locked onto the water’s surface. her tail flicked lazily behind her, betraying her confidence as she waited for her chance to strike.

ye’d best hope that fish likes ye better than me, she quipped under her breath, though her grin remained, wide and sharp. her muscles coiled as she focused, the game now as much about besting nox as it was about catching their meal. for now, she would play fair—because where was the fun in winning without a little sport?