Fishblight Mire ✢ Sɨnɨɨh

coväh blinked water from his lashes, ears flicking toward the sound of laughter. he knew mocking when he heard it—tone needed no translation.
he squinted at the woman on the bank, sun-colored and watching him with a smirk. the river clung to his coat in rivulets, and still, his pride held fast.
mm, he huffed, accent thick. funny for you, not for me.
his grin came slow, lopsided. he stepped from the river, shoulders broad and dripping. snowmelt clung to his chest, steam rising as spring warmed the air.
he pointed a paw back at the water. fish… quick. i am slow. a beat, then a shrug. but pretty woman? distract good.
his brow lifted, teasing, playful—yet plainly earnest. you laugh… but you come close, no? a flick of his tail, a step nearer. you try.