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10 - Choose what happens! Regardless, you will receive +2 points
Einarr was stockpiling his fish right beside his nest. It was a wonder that Silke would still sleep near him. Perhaps it was that he finally admitted to her that all of his fishing efforts were going into getting her that shell cape that she told him she'd liked. Perhaps it was that she didn't mind the smell of dead fish near her nest, whether it came from the actual fish near them, or Einarr's morning breath. Or maybe... maybe it was that she enjoyed his company so much, that she was willing to tough out the constant scent of fish.
Whatever it may have been, he loved her all the more for it. Yet, as time grew on and he added more and more fish to his pile, even he began to notice the smell. So, for once since the fishing season started, Einarr went to the river, not for the purpose of catching fish, but to thoroughly bathe. He got up in the morning and lumbered drowsily down to the river. He let out a quite bark as he adjusted to the cold water, the jolting temperature waking him up and encouraging him to go further in. He'd gone this far, after all. He dove under the water and swam around a bit, trying to have the chilly current run through every part of his otherwise smelly fur. He didn't have anything he could adorn himself with that would make him smell any better, so dowsing himself with river water was his best solution. No more would he smell like fish! He would be a clean Lord!
Yet, after nearly a full season of fishing, it was starting to become second nature. So, when a fish tried to dart by Einarr, he swam for it and ended up coming up out of the water with a fish in his mouth. Drat! Going back in for a second rinse after his fishy encounter, he found the same thing to happen again! Finally, he relented and got out of the water. He would give himself a good, non-fish related washing, after the fishing season had ended. Why, he'd even clear out anything that smelled of fish in the den!
Picking up his fish in his mouth, he padded away from the river. He would return to it later, but for now... he had more fish to add to the pile. So home he returned smelling both of fish... and wet wolfdog.