Big Salmon Lake great cataclysmic

The fish's mouth gaped still, but was noticeably slowing while the rest of the body had gone stilled. The wounds she'd inflicted to catch it had punctured it just enough and it would be its lack of water sliding over its gills that would kill it in the long run. She licked her lips and gave her attention to the female who approached seemingly without anything hindering her. Amekaze did not know what to make of her yet, since it was the scent of no known affiliations that she smelled on her coat. Full neutral, and that almost suited her better.

Amekaze had noted her failed attempt but not studied the details of it, so did not know exactly what the stranger would need to improve her strike. On how she had done what she had, it was a mixture of many things and her success was not even guaranteed, no matter how expansive her experience doing it was. "Patience, precision, and sometimes simply good luck," she advised simply on how she fished. Of course, the actual mechanics of it were another thing, but it was not anything difficult to figure out just by watching it done. "A lot of practice certainly helps," she added with a slow nod. It was important not to get discouraged on the first try.