Totoka River Flowers are happy things.

Dante stood still for quite some time this time around, this time affirming internally to wait until a fish was far more than close enough. That way he could be sure. It was quite an enjoyable sensation, though, the feel of the river pushing gently against his legs. He imagined it would be less so on a less beautiful day than this.

He nodded in response as she gave him advice once more on how to better accomplish the feat. "I can see the appeal." It was... relaxing. A good way to clear the head and focus without the adrenaline rush of a hunt. He still preferred the thrill of the chase to snapping at shadows in the water, but Dante was never one to turn down a life experience. Every lesson learned was something gained and every wolf he met had something to offer if he took the time to listen. One of many things that he and his birth pack saw far differently.

"Not that I've ever tasted fish, mind you. I will have to take your word for that for now." Hopefully by the end of today, though, he'd have his own experience. If one of the darn things would just get a little closer... they were swimming by a few feet away, close enough to get if he moved. That would hardly be patient, though, now would it? He thought to himself wryly, content to just enjoy the sun on his back. However, after a few more moments one swam by a mere foot away. Only hesitating a brief moment, Dante struck, snapping at the water. This time his jaws closed on the fish, but not quite hard enough. The fish gave a furious flip and flopped from his mouth back into the river, leaving Dante with a surprised expression and a small cut from the fins. Exploring it with his tongue as he ruefully watched the fish swim away, it had already closed up. "Slippery little devils..." he chuckled. "Perhaps I'd better watch you this time? I'd hate to chase them all away every time they get close, you will probably actually have some luck."