Greatwater Lake are we lost

If he knew the other boy was hungry, he didn't show it; not that he would care anyway. Survival of the fittest, as Sol would say. While he had been under Rannoch's more principled mentorship for a while now, the other man had instilled within him shaky morals and thievery was yet not below him. The stutter betrayed the freckled stranger's nerves, and Redshank's lip curled into a wicked sneer.

His eyes flicked quickly from the fish that had been dropped at his feet to his green eyes, and then back again. "No," he said flatly before suddenly lunging forward, closing the distance between them and splashing into the shallows. He aimed to grab the meal as quick as he could, swivelling on a forepaw to swing the rest of his (admittedly small) bulk into the other's side to throw off his balance.