Whitefish River mars ii

Deimos allows a twitch of his lips, not all together sad that the woman declines his offer. At the time it was contrite of him, but he secretly hopes she’s already eaten. 

Content his meal can be saved for later Deimos finds himself the impromptu tip-giver for catching fish. He’s not a hunter that’s got a wide list of skills to his belt. No, Deimos is more opportune. Uhhh... be in the right spot at the right time. He smiles at his unhelpful comment and gives a noncommittal shrug to follow up that he’s not just being a jerk, that it had been a fluke he has the fish in the first place. There’s better fishers out there than he, so why pretend?