Sleepy Fox Hollow dark shades of blue

Descaling fish had always been Baxter's job. Sunhawk grimaced as a scale stuck between his teeth. The drone of high summer was almost peaceful enough to drive him into a lull, but there was an absence that had his ears prick instinctively.

The birds. Sunhawk lifted his chin, his tongue half poking from between his teeth as he looked around the riverbank. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he caught sight of Revui; how had he missed him?

"Evenin'." Sunhawk cajoled, his voice carrying the unmistakable roundness of a lowland country drawl. It was a warm voice, like bourbon glazed over with honey - a voice that you might want to hear croon old murder ballads around a crackling fire. Its beholder gave a soft smile, wondering if this leviathan was about to eat him. For his sake, he hoped not.

Holding up the half gutted fish, Sunhawk spoke. "Hungry?"