Saltwater Taffy emerges from the water, carrying one fish in his mouth and another in his hand. He managed to find a small pond in the forest, and had been there all day. He'll have to tell Ticket about this later, but he'll focus on filling up his stomach first. The fish flails in his mouth, but he makes quick work of it, sitting down on the grass and beginning to chow down on it. The other fish flops around on the ground, wirthing around aimlessly on it. He knows the feeling. Adapting to dry land hasn't been easy on him.

A sound from the forest makes him pause half-way through eating, and once he sees a figure in there he stops and narrows his eyes, his teeth bared and his fins flaring up in an effort to look bigger.

"Who's there?!" A moonkeeper, maybe? Have they come back for him? That thought scares him more than he'd like to admit.