Big Salmon Lake undercover martyn

cozamalotl tilted his head slightly, watching the soaked mess of a creature before him with something between mild amusement and secondhand embarrassment. his dark brown eyes flicked over the tangled limbs, the wide-eyed stare, the nervous laughter.  

he exhaled through his nose—quiet, measured—before finally speaking, his voice slower now, deliberate in the way he shaped the foreign words. i say… river catch you instead. his accent was thick, rolling the words awkwardly, but his meaning was clear.  

He studied Lorroakan for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before stepping further into the shallows. The cold water barely fazed him as he moved with careful precision, his posture relaxed but purposeful.  

you move too much, he said after a pause, eyes flicking to the ripples the stranger had created. he lifted a paw and placed it down gently, barely disturbing the water. fish… feel this. know this. you make hard.

cozamalotl crouched slightly, his gaze locked on the shifting water. his ears twitched, listening to the river’s flow, before he struck—quick as a viper, his jaws snapping beneath the surface. when he lifted his head again, a fish wriggled between his teeth, silver scales glistening as water dripped from his muzzle.  

without ceremony, he tossed it onto the bank, where it flopped weakly in the snow. he turned back, fixing on the other with a neutral but expectant gaze.  

again, he said simply, nodding toward the water. slower this time.