Big Salmon Lake undercover martyn

a short, sharp huff of amusement cut through the cool air. from where he stood on the riverbank, cozamalotl watched the display with barely concealed mirth, dark brown eyes glinting with something dangerously close to laughter.  

he took his time stepping closer, the snow crunching softly beneath his paws. ¿eso era lo que intentabas atrapar? he drawled, voice laced with dry amusement. was that what you were trying to catch?

his gaze flicked to the limp string of algae still hanging from the other’s mouth, and he tilted his head slightly, unimpressed. parece que el río te ha pescado a ti en su lugar. it looks like the river caught you instead. 

cozamalotl waded into the shallows with practiced ease, the cold biting at his limbs but failing to deter him. he moved carefully, deliberate in the way he placed his paws, disturbing the water as little as possible.