Big Salmon Lake do my patriotic chore

"I am disgusted by that statement." Was all Ashmedai offered in return before he, too, turned to the lake. "Your Brother is there. You, however, are not yet." Rolling his eyes, the male pointed a paw at the water, gesturing for the boy to look closer. There came a glint of light and a ripple of liquid, Ash's gaze fixated intently on the now-still surface. He counted under his breath until his saw the ripple again and repeated.

It was constant. A pattern, a pattern he recognised and catalogued. On the sixth cycle, he lunged.

A fish flipped out of the lake, scattering the others and Ashmedai caught it neatly in his jaws. "Don't think Shrike will mind fish," he mumbled around the thing, setting it down beside him. "I've got my own job, don't let it stop you. Ask if you need help."