Whitefish River Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

The painted male turned her head, a mouthful of fish and mumbling utter nonsense. It brought a smile to Howl's face looking at the scene of amusement. Once out of his mouth the painted male was able to make more sense and remarked about the size of the fish. "Certainly" Howl remarked. Howl had done some fishing in his day but couldn't remember a time when any of his catches were particularly ginormous, he did, however, know that fish was rather young, small and may have better served its purpose back in the water. But one fish wouldn't offset the whole river so Howl thought to leave it be.

"Yes I am. Nice to meet you, names Howl." he introduced. "I'd say I'm doing alright. Yourself?" he asked returning the question.