Big Salmon Lake undercover martyn

just as he was spitting the algae from his mouth, what sounded like muffled laughter caught him by surprise. he whirled around in the shallows, his ankles nearly tangling themselves into a knot. he wobbles—and almost eats shit. 

he looks...worse for wear. soaked, fur clinging to his meager bones, eyes all wide. a sheepish grin crawls across his expression, and he laughs too, purely out of nerves. and he...doesn't understand a single word the man said. 

the tips of his ears burn hot, as does the skin of his cheeks. "i-i um, i don't understand what you said." it probably wasn't good, he thinks. he's probably making fun of me.

there's an awkward silence. lorroakan finds himself just staring, his tongue tied. the wolf joins him in the shallows. "do you know how to fish? maybe you could um, give me some pointers. or something." he grinned meekly.