P-860: Lil Man

Cain sat in the shade of a tall oak tree enjoying the cool breeze and gentle sound of the wind rustling the tree branches over head. In his hand he loosely held a make shift fishing rod he had fashioned from a longstick he had found earlier and in front of him he had his lure cast out into the river fed lake he had found. In his fluffy hood Pip was snuggled up sleeping as per usual while Lil Man was cureled up at his masters side. Nothing was biting his bait but Cain couldn't help but sigh in...