<blockquote> A small smile crossed his face as he began to seek out water amongst the waving fingers of the willow trees. He supposed he needed some practice as he was well and truly out of it, and the night would be crisp, but not cold. Thankfully winter was well gone from these lands.
Finally he scented the water and made his way forwards. The small stream, much like most of this area was surrounded by willows. The shaded water within the veil was cool and clear. Slowly and gently, he waded into the waters, and settled himself to wait, to allow the fish time to grow accustomed to his presence. He could see them down there, flashing silver darts. One waited just a moment to long and his head shot beneath the water, jaws finally closing around something edible. As his sodden head emerged, the fish continued to flop about in his jaws but he ignored the movement, biting down a little harder so it wouldn’t slip from his mouth. He slowly waded back to the shore and laid his prize down for the creamy girl. He wasn’t that hungry himself, the aches and pangs of hunger hadn’t begun to set in yet.
Moving himself far enough away that he wouldn’t spray her, he shook to loosen the weight of the water and began to scratch out a small hollow amongst the roots of the tree. Flopping himself down as comfortably as he could he settled and waited for Borlla to join him. He wondered if tomorrow they would still be looking for her family, or if they will have found them.</blockquote>