Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5543592-20190925223837

The fish quickly began to scatter from the light, all but one--a healthy trout that looked like he gave zero fucks about anything, particularly some dumb apes and their stinky feet. This was a fish that was top of the food chain. It looked to be about three to four pounds of meat and, meaning it could last them a few days if they rationed it.

Shanks wandered in the dark, and the howls of the wolves grew fainter, and were replaced by a shriller, higher howl. More of a yowl, really--the screaming call of a coyote. These were nearer to Shanks and didn't flee from him as a wolf might. As he walked further, the yowls got louder, shriller, as if summoning him.