Broken Antler Fen Gone fishin'!

Kareja explained it simply, and Aviana tried to imagine doing it, but knew she would need to actually try before the image formed clearly in her head. The other female dipped her head to begin eating and Aviana felt this was a good time to go back into the water to try her paw at it. She kept the other female in her peripheral view, a habit formed from distrust, and stood in the shallow water, waiting for the fish to return.

It was a while before she thought one was in a good position, and she lifted her paw to swipe at it. The resistance of the water caught her off guard, however, and she didn't put nearly enough power behind it. The fish swam away, barely affected by her attempt at hitting it. She was accustomed to diving face first into the water, and knew how much force was needed there, but this attempt at fishing was tricky for her. Maybe Kareja was right- maybe she had just gotten lucky. 

She abandoned fishing, her stomach happy for the moment, and turned her full attention on the pale female. How long have you been with the pack? she asked. It was a standard question for her, used to gauge just how much Seb might trust a wolf on how long they had been here. The longer, the better.