Greatwater Lake pick your fortune

Tch. Utterly unmoved by her blatant aggravation at his behavior. He was watching his own back first, manners came second. Huffing at the response that she wasn't a vampire--or so she said, not that he was entirely convinced, he hesitated before releasing the tension from his tail and letting it drop limp behind him. I'm scavenging. Joestar finally relented, though he drawled the answer as if it was the most obvious thing in the word.

Stepping back into the water, he leaned against the log and faced the unnamed female, This raccoon could be valuable. If I can get it out. Not just for the meat either, but he'd known a few shamans who'd love to get their paws on some coon claws, and the pelt wouldn't be half bad either for his own interests. Of course, it was just a raccoon, but maybe karma would be on his side--don't waste this one, and the next time it could have been a wolverine. He wasn't one to walk away from a free prize.