Dragoncrest Cliffs island warfish

The boy doesn’t say anything again and gets in to place to prepare. Sometimes it takes a few minutes, sometimes it takes even longer. Some methods of hunting require longer than usual patience and he’s always found an ease to fishing once you get the hang of it. With a swish of his tail, he inhales a slow breath and exhales it even slower as he watches the change in the surface. Quietly, barely above a whisper, “the fish will come this way and when it is by you, you stand in the way.”
 
At first, he doesn’t think the fish will take the bait to wade through the nature-made tide pool. The dip in the bank goes down, making it difficult to get back when scared to the other side. When it does, Arlo does not wait for Artaax to move and get in the way when he charges through the water, snapping through to clamp the fish between his teeth so long as its kept in range.