Hushed Willows C'mon. Let's do something insane like save the world

The change of plans didn't matter much to Stark - he was fine with the input. He was thinking that with two to direct the fish towards the one waiting wolf it might have meant there would be more to potentially catch but it seemed to be the same odds. This way there were still working together, and the chances of getting anything for them to take back made him hopeful. "We can try it and if it seems like it's not working we can always change it up." Stark suggested. "Whatever works best. Not like I'm planning on doing anything else for the day." He joked with a small grin. 

He waded down further into the water, letting the cool water lap over his sides for a moment as he settled. He kept his muzzle just above the water, blue eyes fixated beneath the surface to hopefully land a kill. All he needed right then was to toss the fish onto the shore - if the fish attracted larger prey then that would be even better for them. "Ready," He murmured softly as he let out a slow breath, as if he was willing the world to calm and slow around them. He was focused, and any momentary transgressions were forgotten. It was about instinct melding with skill, about feeding themselves and their pack.