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if i drained this lake, we'd feast for days. fishing would be no more than a memory, and their bellies full. his one eye watches as she joins him, pale fur flowing gracefully with the gentle tide of the water, only disturbed by the pair and the occasional jump of teasing fish. wouldn't that be a good thing? he raises his head, wet beard hanging from his chin.

she's a sight for sore eyes, but akiak doesn't let himself linger on her. on her or any girl he may meet. even with the scar, he was still son of a bad man and he still had a price to pay for it. it didn't matter what ishmira said to him, or if it hurt him.

he could still be a little frustrated though! look, i'm trying! he whimpers under her piercing gaze, her disappointment with his catch pricking his spine.