Tuktu Hinterlands umzingeli

anathi tilted his head in confusion. pasiënt? it didn't make much sense, so he figured it was a simple mistranslation. the rest of the words were similar enough for basic comprehension, though.

he heard the girl's stomach rumble and realized that she'd been waiting. rather than embarassment, he took it as encouragement to try again. each step into the pond was taken with care as he eased into the water.

oh, how the hunter wanted to snap and bite! those weren't her instruction, though, so anathi calmed himself.

eventually, a particularly brave fish swam across his path. he lunged but missed, rising back out of the water with only a fragment of a fin. his prize still in maw, anathi turned to the girl with a smile.

okay, he thought, calm. 

more time passed. the same fish swam some inches from where anathi stood. he attacked again, but rearose completely empty-handed. it simply wasn't on the menu, he thought, before walking back to shore.

okay, he laughed, jy eet. mock drama writ on his face, anathi used a paw to "shoo" the girl and her fish away. the act lasted only a minute, for he couldn't help but laugh at his own humor.