Two Rivers Isle Epic Meal Time

for the perf babe, herself, @Epic forgivemefortakingyears

Today, another foggy and illustrious day brimmed with windchill and scathing winter torment, was the day Cry chose to fish again. He knew it had been a while since he and Gwen had snacked on some fish, and no one liked old fish. She had been seeming to miss something, and he couldn’t exactly put his paw on it. But he didn’t want to ask her- instead he wanted to surprise the beauty. With a nice freaking cold fish. If it were fresh and frozen, he might be able to make her smile; he knew he definitely enjoyed working his jaws on a hunk of frozen food.

So scanning the ice and chipped banks, the Phantom searches for a snack for his Ghost.