"go on and empty the lake, then. your paws are big enough to do the trick." the ice in her gaze melts, though, at the sight of his waterlogged beard. she bites the inside of her lip to stifle a laugh at the unruly sight of him. "you look like you lost a battle with a rainstorm. badly."
and then she tries her own hand at it, remembering bittersweetly how gjalla once taught her to fish. a stern teacher she was, but a brutally efficient one. ishmira traps one of the writhing, wriggling things under one paw and looks expectantly to her companion. she has caught it, but she will not kill it.
..perhaps because the feeling of scales between her teeth makes her skin prickle.
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