just a late night snack

His keen eyes spotted the fish starting to arrive - some of them glowing a similar green to that which laced his body, some of them other colours still - and he continued to swish his tail slowly to draw them over. He sensed the presence of someone else, another horse-like creature nearby, but hoped they wouldn't venture close enough to chase off his dinner. Unfortunately, that was not the case and his pacing slowed - attention shifting away from the water and towards her. She was the mind-speaker of the fae, he recognized her but couldn't remember her name. Although he had heard her gentle voice in his mind before, the intrusion still made him bristle slightly. As for her question, a grunt was his response - followed by something of a smile that curled back the long, tapered corners of his mouth to reveal the one set of gleaming teeth that she would be able to see. Then it was his turn to tilt his head - silently asking the question on his mind. What did a princess of the fae need with a predator?

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