Alright. He huffed warmly. We'll see how far the river goes to the mountains, yeah?

But he had no want to wait for an answer. She seemed agreeable enough to come along with anyway, without plans. Surely she'd tag along still with plans. So he allowed himself to become a glutton on the fish, scarfing down as much as he could without getting sick.

They could rest up, feast, and in a few days head that way. Maybe sooner if they kept up this fishing streak.