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

Last two Stark's gonna go for!

The fish were thinning. It was understandable, they'd slipped from the wolves present as they snapped as much as they could. Survival of the fittest worked between the predators and the prey alike. Stark gave a brief nod as he saw Grace catch a fish, turning his attention one last time to the fish to try and catch a few scragglers. He thought of Trick, of Octavia, of Tamboruine - he had to try and get something for their sake's too. 

He made the first attempt, teeth sinking into a fatter fish (perhaps full of eggs, he wasn't sure) and he let out a pleased sound as he clamped down, tossing it to the shore with the other two. He wasn't fast enough though to catch the second though. His tail flicked behind him in mild irritation, but overall he couldn't be unhappy. He'd caught three himself, and both his companions had managed to catch their some fish themselves. "Do you want to stop for today? Can always try again, if you want."