some say the world will end in fire

Tonravik would have gobbled down the creature whole... but she preferred its insides to its scales. She moved toward the shore when Kapvik failed twice over, deposited the fish there—and quickly perused the land for smaller predators—before turning back into the lake. The leader moved toward him, disrupting the stillness of the water and disturbing the life beneath them. She did not respond to him verbally, yet; her mental processes grew all the more sluggish with four beings taking up the space left behind for that in her mind.

So instead she gestured to the water in a near indistinguishable movement, her ears pricking toward it and her eyes falling upon the water. The woman stood at attention herself, and were Kapvik to move too soon, she would attempt to reprimand him with a pinching nip and a firm shake of her head. Wrong. But other than that, she was utterly still, content to teach him this thing. The act of fishing helped her in more than just this; it kept her patient on the battlefield, it helped her know when it was right to strike, and when it was best to wait, let it come to you.