Big Salmon Lake A thousand years

Ah — that explained the skin she'd brought along. He felt a flare of firece gratitude and admiration for the woman, always so stalwart and dutiful. The beginnings of something fluttered in his chest. Perhaps it would be nice to go fishing for the day.

"Better," he said, pleased but embarrassed to report on his mental health. His tail gave a gentle wag, and he flashed her a little smile. "You remember when we met?" he asked her. "Not too far from here. We were both bad fishermen, then. I guess you've gotten better?"

His tone was just a little mischievous. He was surprised at his good mood.