Greatwater Lake The Great Skua

Greyjoy was content to sit upon the bank and stand guard while Akantha fished. As he sat, he contemplated the wolves he would come to train, both those who had followed, like Atlas, and those who were to come. He thought of the weakened pull of the Drowned God, whom he wished to honor with a sacrifice of blood on salt and sand. It would have to wait, however, for this lake shore where they camped was not the place for His rituals.

Akantha darted into the water and returned with a fish clamped between her teeth. Greyjoy watched as she pulled herself ashore, his belly grumbling slightly as she began to feast upon her catch. She glanced at him occasionally as she ate, though he was sure she was making sure of his presence as opposed to worried about it. After a few minutes, he stood and waded into the waters himself, to try his own paw at fishing. Now that she was suitably occupied, he could catch breakfast for himself and perhaps Aktaiê and Psamathe as well.

His approach took longer than hers. He stood nearly knee-deep in the creek, his orange eyes surveying the underwater currents for signs of flashing fins or scales. Then he lowered his open mouth into the river, keeping the rest of his body still as he did so, and waited. Minutes ticked by. Greyjoy felt a brave fish swim near him, but did not move yet. It was only until the fish seemed to think he was now part of their world, and multiple began swimming into his jaws, that he struck. Clamping down, he caught two fish by their tails, lifting his head with a glint of pride in his eyes.

He flung them on shore and returned to the water, this time making sure to hunt more quickly, Akantha's way. The water settled around his sturdy, stone-colored legs, and soon the fish returned. It did not take long for him to catch his own meal between his jaws this time, and when he waded ashore, Greyjoy was sure to eat away from Akantha, who still seemed to be nibbling on her own morsel.