Northstar Vale steady as a beating drum

[table width=80%][tr][td]While the other may have been more used to land prey, Tryp had grown up with fresh fish at his side and he was more interested in the water than anything else. He lingered near it, eyeing the small waves with squinted eyes as the sun bounced off them. What he spotted made him as happy as a pup and he smiled softly, turning his head to eye his companion for the day. Mother had shown him the best way to fish, and she had learned from his father - this was all basically in his blood! And so, he carefully waded into the water, scaring only a few fish away.

He was too concentrated to pay attention to see what Rannoch was thinking of all this and his head shot like a snake into the water - fangs penetrating the soft body of a fish and it splashed about as Tryp threw it on the shore. He was quick to pull his big build out the water and he pounced on it until it stopped moving.[/tr][/td][/table]