Redhawk Caldera Pure comedy

He stood in the ankle-deep creek, pebbles making their way into the slots between his toes as he watched the shiny, quick creatures dart around his feet. They were so pretty, but Raven had assured him they were food, not merely toys. He didn't want to end up like Titmouse, choking on a rock and nearly killing himself. Burnt sienna eyes tracking the movements of the fish as they darted to and fro.

When he thought one was stopped long enough, his muzzle rushed to the water. A little too quickly, in fact. He ended up with a snoot full of water, and he coughed and choked it out. He was going to have to get better at this if he wanted to be a real hunter.