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What happened next occurred in a flash. Rannoch watched on quietly, somewhat bewildered by it all, as Syzmon made his strike and was successful in his catch. He tensed as the creature was thrown through the air, his eyes widening as it landed heavily upon the ground. Without any further hesitation, Rannoch rose as he was commanded. He slipped to the fish’s side and stood at full height as he looked down at the fish.

He wasn’t quite sure how to grab it. It flailed about helplessly, gasping for the air is so desperately needed, in an attempt to stay alive. Tilting his head, Rannoch suddenly lunged for the fish and felt it’s slippery skin land in his mouth. He attempted to land his blow, but it was as he attempted this that the fish swatted him on the muzzle and escaped.

His fur bristled at this and despite his moment of shock, he rebounded and this find snapped his jaws shut the moment that he felt the scales against his tongue. The fish gave a satisfying snap as he did this and, turning his eyes towards the pale male, Rannoch smiled as satisfaction in his catch overcame him.