Broken Antler Fen Takes more than Determination

Since coming to Broken Antler Fen, Pearl hadn't gotten the chance to go fishing. She knew it would be a big difference from the coast, where all she had to do was trot down to the tide pools to simply scoop up the trapped salt-water fish. It certainly was a change, not smelling the salty air or feeling the splashes of free, powerful ocean water whenever she wanted on the cliffs. Perhaps she's go back and visit sometime.

Arriving at the same lake Kinra was at, though unaware of her presence since she went back to her hiding place, She sat by the edge, observing the water for any fish. For a self-taught fisher, she was good from her time as a loner, but it wasn't what she was going for specialty-wise. 

Pearl vastly preferred fishing in a stream or river, but this lake was the closest, and she may as well. Stepping gingerly into the cool shallow water, she waded carefully and as quietly as she could until mid leg deep, so her reflexes wouldn't be slowed in the water. Standing stock still, only moving her eyes, she waited for the murk to settle and fish to become used to her presence. Patiently, she watched a lazy fish make its way in front of her, until she deemed the position right to plunge her head into the water, jaws agape to snapping shut on the tail end of the fish in the second of viper-like reflex. Pulling her sopping head out with a struggling fish on the fatter side, she made her way back to the shore to kill it.