Northstar Vale steady as a beating drum

[table width=80%][tr][td]As swiftly as before (and double as wet) did he slither out of the cold waters to pounce his kill to death. It was strange how he could handle the death of a fish yet not the death of a deer or any other graceful animal for that matter. He was very neutral about killing; as long as it was with meaning, it was alright with him. He flung his new catch to the three, not so accurately but close enough, and turned to Rannoch to see if his first attempt had been fruitful. Seeing that no struggling fish was in-between his jaws, Tryp assumed something had gone wrong. He waddled towards his companion, feeling guilty that he had caught something; now they had nothing to laugh about together. D-don't feel bad... I wasn't  that good in the beginning either - I'm sure you'll be great if you keep practising... He tried to comfort in a hushed voice. N-not that you're not great now! You're very great - the best! yeah... He was about as smooth as the back of someone with acne right now.[/tr][/td][/table]