Set sometime in the afternoon near the shore.
The shack proved useful. Anatoliy had managed to dig up the remains of a lobster trap. The rope work was long gone and there was nothing he could do about it. But at least the shape was still preserved in the rotting wood. The Russo tied a string carefully to the frame, trying hard to keep the wood from falling apart under his finger tips. The rest of the shack was completely useless, though he did manage to find a sealed roll of fishing line. He took that with a happy grin, looking almost like a fool with his favorite toy. He carefully carried the frame out of the ramshackle shack and held onto the sealed line with his free hand. The knife at his waist poked at his thigh but it was better that he came protected.
The tall brown man froze just a foot away from the little rotting building, foot half inside the almost collapsing doorway. His brows furrowed as he peered toward the wooden pier where his fishing line was cast. Another figure stood staring at the water as though there was something beneath the surface. Fear bubbled in his heart as the Russo began to run toward the brown figure on the soggy pier. "Don't be touching zhat!" he called out in his thick accent, waving the fishing line at the stranger by what separated him from a growling belly and a satisfying dinner.
Anatoliy approached the pier, ignoring the wooden frame poking into his side as he stepped onto the pier. "Don't touch zhat. Its not a toy for playing." He did not know what the stranger, a female, had wanted to do with the line. She had been staring at it intently when he had first caught that glimpse of her. "Its my line. Is for fishing," he said plainly, accent thick as he looked down on the young woman on four legs. She was terribly far from anywhere. Perhaps she was a coyote from Inferni? "Vhat are you doing here? Is very strange to see somevone valking in zhe middle of novhere." Anatoliy looked at her carefully as he quickly inspected to see that the line was still intact. It was. So he set down the trap frame on the wood and gazed down on the brown young woman.
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