Bearclaw Valley one blackened blade

he'd told himself he was no good at fishing and that it would only bore him, but this crystal-bright winter day held a moment of discovery for the rex.
realizing that he had rather enjoyed standing over the ice for most of two hours, ancelin glanced toward the very meager pile of fish he'd managed to amass. two, exactly.
but honestly, what did that matter when he'd learned a new skill? well, almost learned it. that would come with more fish, ancelin told himself now as he ducked his head into the cold water once more.