Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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the gamma's eyes danced delightedly, and without hesitation he moved quietly into the water, as not to disturb the minnows unduly. after he had turned several times, seeking the best angle for the bark's position, the man lowered it into the water, lifting one forepaw to press upon its top and thus ensnare it loosely in the muddy underbed.

he gestured with pointed muzzle to ashton, so that the golden youth might herd the fishes into place, and then taltos would pull the bark forward, and so hope to beach their small, flashing bodies upon the near bank.