Duck Lake Tablespoon of honey

The fish were sluggish in the icy depths; winter affecting them just as it affected the creatures above the water’s surface. Evergreen is ever patient, however, and awaited the few that would make the mistake of wandering too close to his self-claimed patch. He remains still, a task he excels in ever since he was but a wee pup. Some used to call him lazy.

His green eyes narrow down on a target; a decently-sized fish swimming slowly along the edges of the cracked ice. Younger Evergreen would have darted into the waters in excitement. Older Evergreen knew to stay. He waited, and waited. Until finally, he sees the opportunity he’s been waiting for. Darting forth with jaws agape, he plunges his forearms into the icy cold waters.

Teeth successfully dig into the fish’s side. Evergreen rears his head; the fish flails in futile attempts to flee. It slaps him in the cheek a few times, causing the bearish wolf to blink his left eye in beat, but he has it locked down. Eventually, it flails no more. Victorious, the Easthollow newcomer shimmies his way back to shore with a proud grin—unaware of the nearby company.