Otter Creek Fishing is an art

ooc: my last post here. Thank you for the thread.

Osprey watched, how switfly Blue willow moved and how easily she snatched the fish out of the river and killed it with a single bite. This was a form of hunting March Owl hadn't taught her, probably, because of abundance of different kind of prey in the territories that Flightless Falcons had inhabited. Therefore right there and then the girl made a promise to herself that she would learn this skill too. Who knew - it might turn out to be handy not only to her, but to her nieces and nephews too.

"Wow - you are really good," she said in awe and smiled. "Once I learn this, we must have a competition to see, who is better," she grinned a hint of challenge glinting in her eyes. "Let's have that next time, I will head back to have some rest," she got to her feet and bid her goodbyes to Willow, waiting a little, in case the kind she-wolf had something to say.