Greatwater Lake The Great Skua

Though she is almost completely focused at the task at hand, she does not ignore her immediate area. One inky ear swings backward, tuning in to the sound of footfall on dew-kissed grass as a wolf approaches. She is not concerned, and a casual glance back reveals that it is Greyjoy; not Atlas, for once. A small part of her is grateful for the change of scenery, so to speak, but this thought does not rise to reflect on her expression.

She returns her gaze to the waters and her body goes rigid as she spots a few curious trout swimming closer and closer. Akantha waits with baited breath and, when the moment is right, she strikes! Her teeth close around the smaller of the two and she quickly bites down, crunching through cartilage and bone, to end the frantic flopping of her quarry. The other fish darts away into deeper water, but she does not pursue it.

Akantha pulls herself out onto the bank, drops the fish at her feet, places a paw on the head, and begins to tear into the cool flesh with a satisfied growl. Her hazel eyes flicker to Greyjoy and she watches him as she eats. How good of him to have joined them; he is valuable, she thinks. Aktaie was truly blessed.