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Mazi watched Faolán take his turn at fishing.  The agouti watched him intensely and soon found herself rooting this black furred male on to catch something.  Anxiety gnawed at her gut.  "Come on Faolán, you can do it."  She whispered, in the quietest of whispers, so quiet Mazi wasn't sure whether she had just been thinking it or had actually said it aloud.  Her tail gave a happy wag though when Faolán ended up triumphant over the fish, and killed one that was added to the stash.  Two.

Now it was Njal's turn.  Mazi found herself really hoping that this time Njal would end up with something.  She felt some pity for the male, having not caught something... yet it was the age of the famine, so all three of them had just as likely chances.  Then were all semi close in thinness.  Mazi was happy though when Njal finally caught a fish.  "Excellent.  That makes three then."  She remarked with a small warm smile, directed at no one in paticular.

Now it was her turn, so Mazi made her way to the bank, silent as a shadow.  She then crouched down and starred intently into the water below her, waiting for a fish to make it's appearance known.  It took about a minute, but then she saw one.  It was a thinner fish, but had a pretty silvery coloring and still contain an okay amount of meat.  Mazi made her move.  All in one swift motion, she punched her muzzle into the water and grabbed the fish in her snapping jaws.  Blood began to pool from the fish and into her mouth, and the taste made her feel triumphant.  She turned away from the bank and padded once more a few feet away, then she gently laid down the fish and killed the flipping creature with a swift blow to the head.  Then she dropped it next to the other one that she had caught previously.  "There's four."