Silvertip Mountain Sit still, look pretty

Ezekiel, pleased with his catch sat back and watched the other two as they tried their hand at fishing. He was really proud of himself. Normally he was a kind of sucky fisher, this was the best he'd ever done really. His fish lain at his paws, he waited, watching Valette as she caught her own. The way she killed it was weird. Very weird actually, but he wasn't about to judge her. Everyone had quirks and a history. He frankly didn't care how she caught it as long as it got caught. Good catch. He smiled at her, hoping the two could be friends. She seemed nice enough.

Zeke watched Anita fail, but didn't laugh like he would have. He cursed silently, they could've used all the prey they could get, even if the famine was coming to an end. But he sighed and called out. Sucks. You can have this one? He gestured towards one of his fish. Mind you the smaller of the two but at least he was being nice enough to give her one.