Two Rivers Isle think of the future

"naren't a bother atall, ma'am." colt was relieved for the opportunity to turn away, to turn back to his goals. he hunched at the side of the water like a gargoyle, squinting into its depths.
then his shoulders tightened; his body tensed. colt splashed out into the frigid shallows and came up with something large and wriggling strong limbs.
he bit hard to wound it; he set it in front of the good miz adylaide, still weakly moving.
the genteel part, he was still working on it.