Totoka River Fishing

Even though it was broad daylight, and Aryn was dead tired, she was working on her next shift towards being closer towards the animals she was curious about-and that was changing her sleeping pattern.

At first she thought it was easy, sleeping at night and waking up to morning, but she soon realized obstacles: her eyes were built for nighttime, her body wanted to fly by night but sleep by day, and she was unsure if her hunting skills would remain up to par.

She later decided to cut back. She wouldn't change her pattern completely, but she would pull some all-dayers. That was when she'd stare down in amusement at the bewildered faces. Today was one of those days.

She wanted to try a new trick: fishing. She heard of brethren bird of prey do it, and she knew about water infraction, so how hard could it be?

She saw a flicker of silver scales and tracked it. She went into deep dive, pulling up at the last second and scooping a silvery fish out of the water and into her talons. Pleased with her success, she settled down near a coyote a few yards away. She swallowed her fish whole and yawned sleepily. She showed a faint interest in the coyote, but not much. Still, they were in the wolfish family...