whisper to me

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Having absolutely no idea what it was Ianto was doing but seeing his nod of approval, Remi turned his attention to the water. Twitching his tail, he tried to lean rather heavily into the instincts that were quietly chittering away in the back of his mind. Unlike the lion or the hawk, apparently more docile shifts had different sort of tendencies when it came to how aggressively he could sense their wants and drives. Indeed, his raccoon-brain wanted to eat berries and perhaps sunbathe on the side of the river. Not hungry, he had entirely no drive to fish at all. So much for that. Wiggling his fingers (as if this would help anything) Remi leaned over the side of the bank, peering down into the water. Tail twitching as he tried to balance even as he leaned further over, Remi waited until one of the fish swam under his shadow, apparently pleased about the break in the sun. Then, with what could only be described as extreme dexterity, Remi promptly fell head first into the water.