Rising Sun Valley ﹌ Kilvan

tey'gan grinned, watching as skuka slid into the water with quiet confidence. she did not answer with words, but her body spoke for her—her movements measured, her footing sure even against the push of the current. it was a challenge unspoken, a game between them now.
ah, he chuckled, wading in deeper, the cool water licking at his skin, rising to his chest. you are no stranger to this, then?
his tail flicked against the water's surface, sending a small splash her way, playful, teasing. her coy look did not go unnoticed. she had something to prove, perhaps. he liked that.
but can you hunt in it? his voice was light, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. she had spoken of the land, of the trees and the hunt—her way of life. now, tey'gan wanted to show her his.
the water was his home, his hunting ground, as familiar to him as the sky was to a bird. without waiting for an answer, he inhaled deeply and let himself sink, disappearing beneath the surface in one smooth motion.
for a moment, all was still—then, movement. a flicker of scales, the shimmer of silver darting between the rocks below. there.
tey'gan struck fast, jaws snapping, muscles honed from a lifetime of hunting in the sea. when he broke the surface again, he emerged victorious, a fish clenched in his teeth.
he turned to her, shaking water from his nape with a triumphant gesture. he tossed it to the riverbed with a smirk.