The change of plans didn't matter much to Stark - he was fine with the input. He was thinking that with two to direct the fish towards the one waiting wolf it might have meant there would be more to potentially catch but it seemed to be the same odds. This way there were still working together, and the chances of getting anything for them to take back made him hopeful. "We can try it and if it seems like it's not working we can always change it up." Stark suggested. "Whatever works best. Not like I'm planning on doing anything else for the day." He joked with a small grin. 

He waded down further into the water, letting the cool water lap over his sides for a moment as he settled. He kept his muzzle just above the water, blue eyes fixated beneath the surface to hopefully land a kill. All he needed right then was to toss the fish onto the shore - if the fish attracted larger prey then that would be even better for them. "Ready," He murmured softly as he let out a slow breath, as if he was willing the world to calm and slow around them. He was focused, and any momentary transgressions were forgotten. It was about instinct melding with skill, about feeding themselves and their pack. 

 

Stark had pinpointed the spot he was most comfortable with; his legs were planted and he didn't feel uneven on the rocks along the bottom of the river. It wasn't so deep he felt out of control, no, this was a perfect spot. He licked his lips, blue eyes briefly watching the horizon until he spotted Grace's pathway, the fish aiming to outswim her and unknowingly being stuck right in the pathway of the other wolves. 

Stark was more ambitious, snapping his jaws at a pair of fish - he missed the first two, but he was quick enough to turn his head and catch another. He made a pleased little sound as he snapped his jaws shut to ensure it was dead. Stark turned, only moving a bit out of the water to toss the fish further onto the shore before he gave a nod to Grace, moving back into position. 

Stark didn't get discouraged easily. It was more a bull headed stubbornness that drove him to continue pushing. He'd never give in, especially not when it came to something that would be so beneficial to those involved. Stark watched, this little trove smaller than the first school of fish that came towards him. It was easier to time himself properly, though the first flash and snap was a failure the second was successful. This fish soon joined his first, a small look of pride on his face before he came back to the water. There was one for each of them, at least, but, his goal was to bring back a few more if possible.

The fish were thinning. It was understandable, they'd slipped from the wolves present as they snapped as much as they could. Survival of the fittest worked between the predators and the prey alike. Stark gave a brief nod as he saw Grace catch a fish, turning his attention one last time to the fish to try and catch a few scragglers. He thought of Trick, of Octavia, of Tamboruine - he had to try and get something for their sake's too. 

He made the first attempt, teeth sinking into a fatter fish (perhaps full of eggs, he wasn't sure) and he let out a pleased sound as he clamped down, tossing it to the shore with the other two. He wasn't fast enough though to catch the second though. His tail flicked behind him in mild irritation, but overall he couldn't be unhappy. He'd caught three himself, and both his companions had managed to catch their some fish themselves. "Do you want to stop for today? Can always try again, if you want." 

Stark pulled himself from the water, shaking his coat free. They had had plans for what they'd caught, but Stark shook his head as Kunik spoke. "Keep yours - I've got a couple extras. I'll make sure she gets one." He said with a small smile. He could spare them, maybe find Trick for the third fish. It would help keep everyone afloat a little while longer, even if it was meager amount of food. 

They parted ways amicably, and he felt rather good about it. They hadn't caught too much, but, they were successful in their goals and the pack would make it a bit longer for their efforts. Stark shook his coat out, tail twitching behind him and he scooped up his fish, going to deposit them among his packmates saving the smallest for himself.