Wheeling Gull Isle finding purpose

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His tail swayed at the golden stranger's success, a genuine grin spreading across his features. The chaotic movements of his pack mate's catch must have sent any nearby fish into a frenzy to get away from the new fishers. Silver eyes darted as he quickly tried to asses which one would be best to try and snag.

The glistening of the scales and the ripples of the water made his timing hard to pin perfectly. As jaws latched onto something in the water Rokig quickly yanked his head back up. He only had the scaly creature by its tail and so — like any animal in danger — it thrashed about wildly, threatening to hit his face if it swayed too far.

Rokig wasn't sure what to do but he knew he couldn't let go. Eventually, the creature simmered down, a sign of its end. He felt accomplished and knew he needed to go stash this somewhere or perhaps even take it to someone who needed it. With a small chuff, he dismissed himself and took the fish with him.