You don't stay with the one you can live with

Swentzle Byström · 12-17-2011, 11:43 PM

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Ohhi. c:

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Swentzle was swaying softly in the current, barely able to keep his balance with the near-constant movement and the need to look as natural as possible in order to fool the rather stupid creatures called fish into believing he wasn't there. He could feel a few of them nibbling on the ends of his hair, but none of them thus far had come close enough to his hands for him to skewer them on claws. He waited for a few long moments more, and finally felt one bump against the tips of his fingers, nibbling curiously on his fur, and he'd just closed his other hand about behind it when the voice broke his concentration, and he flailed, sending any thought of a meal away with the fish as they fled.

It took him a moment to reemerge from the water, soaked now from head to toe, and when he did he finally took in what had been said. "My apologies," He said, brushing the hair back from his face and spitting out a little spout of water. "Is the river yours as well? I didn't mean to trespass." It seemed his hunch about the lands on the other side being a pack were correct; or who else would have 'private land'? He moved a bit deeper into the river, and then began swimming--something he had, luckily, actually learned before going blind--so as to better hear her, without actually getting up on the lands she'd spoken of. He could smell more easily now, as well, and noticed that he had actually gotten quite close; had she not come along, he might have made the mistake of climbing onto the wrong bank, and then where would he be?

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