Oystercatcher Tide Pools small fish circling

I used the dice roll to see if she'd catch a fish. She didn't.

Blackbird’s head shot up at the sound of the chuff, and she couldn’t help the accusatory stare she gave the male, her orange eyes narrowing in annoyance. “I don’t need help,” she snapped before she could stop herself. Actually, she did need help. She needed a lot of help. She needed a pack to stay in. She needed food. And she had no idea how to catch fish. But her permanent attitude leaked through and now it was too late to retract the statement. With a flash of regret on her face, she quickly averted her gaze from the male and, without thinking about it, dropped her head into the tide pool, attempting to snap up a fish.

She came out of the water with nothing but a sopping face to show for her wasted effort. She let out a sound of annoyance and anger and resolutely turned her face from the male, feeing distinctly embarrassed.