so someone was doing fishing, were they? how very interesting. wasn't like he was hungry and damion only preferred to kill when he or others would benefit from it, so he sat down next to fragglerock, parting his jaws in a yawn, running his tongue over his lips. he'd help soon enough, not really wanting to get his paws wet just yet. "i would suppose the muddiest place to fish is a test of luck, neither one can see the other." he mused out loud to the rabbit's question, his tail twitching as his fur fanned out to catch the sun dipping in to his skin.
