Northstar Vale steady as a beating drum

[table width=80%][tr][td]Leathery nostrils flared as he took long breaths, also readying himself for the cold water that would, again, splash in his face this time. One... He began counting, sunny eyes scattering from fish to fish as he picked one out. Two... He continued, now fixated on one peculiar fish that was positioned under his shoulder. Three! As the word left his lips, he plunged his head into the water - miraculously biting into a fish that had not been his first pick. He had no time to wonder about where his first pick went and instead pulled his head back and flung it at the shore again. Perhaps he was getting good at it, or the odds were in his favour for now.[/tr][/td][/table]