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

As a voice called out to him from the land behind the painted man, Hiero turned with a mouth full of a colourful small fish, a grin peeking out at the corner of his lips with teeth tightly around the creature. Ay hasvs. The fish made it hard to enunciate properly, even drool seeped out from the openings while he trotted his way back to shore. Tossing the fish onto the shore to begin a little pile, he offered a smile before clearing his throat. It's small but better than nothing, right? Being as optimistic as ever, food was food, he just wanted to get a good fish too so he can compare with Evergreen's catch one day.

You're new here aren't cha'? Name's Hieronymous, how are you on this beautiful day? Never leaving the waters, tendrils of brown fur of all shades drifted in the current as he remained standing in the waters. Even while chatting he still expected to return fishing soon after introductions, who knows, maybe this man would like to help him out.