Greatwater Lake The Great Skua

After the first few bites of fish, she folds her hindlegs beneath her and sinks down onto the ground. Her attention drifts away from Greyjoy as a few bones become lodged in her teeth. With a huff she licks at her teeth with her jaws agape, only to spit out the bones and continue with her feast. The fish lacks the distinct taste of salt and brine, and instead is infused with all things leafy and earthen. It is not unpleasant, but certainly not her preference.

Her eyes snap back to the Hoplite as he takes his turn in the creek, but she does not rush to corral him away from the fishing hole with flashing teeth and angry snarls. He had not asked permission, nor had she demanded it. Instead her attention drifts between him, and her own fish, before the latter is soon forgotten in lieu of the spectacle before her. Akantha tilts her head, and observes him as he lies down in the creek; becoming a statue, as if he was always there. Had he tried this at home before now?

A few minutes pass, but it pays off and soon two fish are tossed onto the shore, followed by a third reserved for the hunter himself. The look of surprise on her face is quickly masked by neutrality again as he returns to the shore, and she turns away to strip another piece of flesh from the half-devoured fish. She speaks after she swallows, "That was strange. Who taught you how to fish like that? Surely it would not work in the waves." Her tone is borderline accusatory, but it is very obviously masking honest curiosity.