The fading sunlight continued to shimmer through the water, and Loch was fixated on it as he listened to Delta speak. “Yes, alright. I’d like to, please,” He’d give the feline a quick nod before flicking his tail and swimming upward toward the surface. However, he paused as the catfish continued with a question. “Ah, is there a river near the territory? Outside? I don’t want to trespass.” He glanced back down at the feline.
“There is a river that travels all the way back to Duskornas territory, but we would be heading upstream. I think it would be easier to walk rather than swim,” he admitted. “You don’t have to come far if you don’t want to, but if you’re an adventurer like I am, it might be nice to explore the area.” Loch lifted his gaze once more to the surface, recalling what he had observed on the route he took to get here. He had been swimming then and admitted to himself that he hadn’t been paying much attention to the scenery. No matter; all they had to do was follow the river, and they would be heading in the right direction.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when we’re getting close to the border so you can start heading back,” he said before swimming upward. With a powerful stroke of his tail, Loch shot up towards the surface. He peeked above the water, scanning for the place the river fed into the ocean. The first colors of the setting sun were beginning to appear, casting warm hues that reflected on the water in a dazzling display. Finally, he spotted it. “This way,” he called, glancing back to check if Delta was keeping pace.
“There is a river that travels all the way back to Duskornas territory, but we would be heading upstream. I think it would be easier to walk rather than swim,” he admitted. “You don’t have to come far if you don’t want to, but if you’re an adventurer like I am, it might be nice to explore the area.” Loch lifted his gaze once more to the surface, recalling what he had observed on the route he took to get here. He had been swimming then and admitted to himself that he hadn’t been paying much attention to the scenery. No matter; all they had to do was follow the river, and they would be heading in the right direction.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when we’re getting close to the border so you can start heading back,” he said before swimming upward. With a powerful stroke of his tail, Loch shot up towards the surface. He peeked above the water, scanning for the place the river fed into the ocean. The first colors of the setting sun were beginning to appear, casting warm hues that reflected on the water in a dazzling display. Finally, he spotted it. “This way,” he called, glancing back to check if Delta was keeping pace.