Raven's Watch Food for thought

The dark female was on her way back towards the Sanctuary from the lake when she spotted the brown male. His scent drifted to her nose and she recognized the scent from around Seadog's territory. She stayed quiet as she approched, noticing his attempts at fishing. When he'd tried to pull one of the scaley creatures out with a paw, similar to how bears fish, she' almost called out to offer help. What stopped her was knowing the best teacher was experiencing something first hand. Stopping a fare distance away, she sat to watch the slow progression of learning.

Fishing to her was part luck and part skill, since one could try the same method over and over but only catch some of what they went after. The same was true with hunting, since a hidding place could be nearby for the animal without knowledge to the predator. This knowledge was the only thing that kept her from getting mad when a meal escaped.