Tuktu Hinterlands umzingeli

still using a number generator because i don't understand dice.

arguing with a school of fish because they were too close.

fishing did not come naturally to the wolves of the east. their hunters were skilled in the dispatching of big game, tracking and attacking with ease. fishermen were rare and went without recognition. thus, learning the trade had never been one of anathi's priorities.

however, the western lands lacked the bounty of prey that he had become used to. in their recovery, they had been forced to survive on the sparse population of small game that had survived. he wondered if his home suffered in the same way.

the tepid water pooled around anathi's ankles. there was a large school of small fish that seemed to swarm around a collection of weeds. he licked the run of his maw as he silently began to devise a plan. 

ndiye kuwe, he rumbled, carefully taking a step forward, sukoyika. the school was only a lunge away. anathi snapped forward but managed to grab only a mouthful of foliage. the fish scattered but collected once more on the other side of the pond. 

the hunter sucked his teeth in frustration. nje enye? he continued to prowl with his eyes focused on their reflective scales. another lunge, though this was even less successful than the last. anathi groaned and threw his head back in frustration. kutheni usenza lento? 

the fish, having found themselves the victors, swam far enough to be out of the hunter's reach. annoyed and even hungrier than before, he plopped down in the water and hung his head.