Loch watched as Delta nodded uneasily. Had he been too abrupt with his words? He had been so talkative just a moment before, but as soon as the subject arose, he realized it struck a nerve. He really didn’t want to discuss his past—though it didn't matter much. The topic had been dropped, and the wolf found himself eagerly listening to the catfish’s next question. “Do not all on land?”
Despite not knowing much about the topic of Ohr, Loch found this question a bit easier to answer. “No,” he replied, trying to recall what he knew about Tsillah’s opposing deity. “There are two kingdoms that claim the lands. Duskorna, as I mentioned, follows Tsillah, but we have an enemy who worships a god known as Ohr. I don’t know much about them, but I’ve heard they can be a bit troublesome. They call themselves Verdantis,” he explained.
He noticed he felt a lot less anxious compared to the feline, and he couldn’t help but attempt to view the situation from their perspective. They were significantly smaller than he was, probably on the lookout for larger predators. It was strange being the larger of the pair. Loch could sympathize with them, knowing what it was like to be smaller and therefore seen as weaker. To help Delta feel more comfortable, he joined him in the sand. Though it wasn’t natural for him to do this, he meant it as a gesture to show he meant no harm.
Delta’s next words made him realize he had completely forgotten to introduce himself, despite all his previous chatter. “Oh, my name is Loch,” he said. “Say, have you ever been on land before, catfish?”
Despite not knowing much about the topic of Ohr, Loch found this question a bit easier to answer. “No,” he replied, trying to recall what he knew about Tsillah’s opposing deity. “There are two kingdoms that claim the lands. Duskorna, as I mentioned, follows Tsillah, but we have an enemy who worships a god known as Ohr. I don’t know much about them, but I’ve heard they can be a bit troublesome. They call themselves Verdantis,” he explained.
He noticed he felt a lot less anxious compared to the feline, and he couldn’t help but attempt to view the situation from their perspective. They were significantly smaller than he was, probably on the lookout for larger predators. It was strange being the larger of the pair. Loch could sympathize with them, knowing what it was like to be smaller and therefore seen as weaker. To help Delta feel more comfortable, he joined him in the sand. Though it wasn’t natural for him to do this, he meant it as a gesture to show he meant no harm.
Delta’s next words made him realize he had completely forgotten to introduce himself, despite all his previous chatter. “Oh, my name is Loch,” he said. “Say, have you ever been on land before, catfish?”