Neverwinter Forest so there he was...

He went to the very edge of the stream, looked down and saw his reflection ripple in the water as it moved. Every so often, he'd see a small fish's scale shine in the light, but those tiny little things weren't the kind of fish that would feed a wolf. He needed a bigger fish, one that'd be a lot more impressive to the one that could deny him entry to the pack, and would give more than a light snack for a pup. The hardest part is finding a good fish and not scaring it off before you get in a position to catch it.

Bark sat at attention, ears angled toward the stream and eyes scanning the water as if he were scanning the horizon for land-based prey. This was definitely how other creatures fished, except bears. They tended to wait on a ledge and let fish jump into their mouths. He'd tried that and found he didn't have the bulk of an actual bear to pull that kind of fishing off, so he stuck to more a more... direct and focused approach. It was more certain he'd actually catch something.

In a hushed voice, he mused, I like to think of it as similar to catching a rabbit. He planned on explaining that thought afterwards, as he was hunting and fish were not the kind of creatures that would let a wolf explain his actions until after he had killed it.

He'd often lose track of time fishing, and sometimes he forgot where he was or what he was doing before. Now was one of those times, and he completely lost the fact he was with another wolf. The water flowing, the feeling of having something to do that was relatively unique in his world - and he found his fish. A large one. Setting it firmly in his sights, he started to move.

For a small bit, he followed it, just to get a feel for how and where it moved and when to go in for the kill. A split second desision was the heart of this kind of hunt. If he waited too long, the fish would notice his movements. Just when he thought it had realized it was a target, he jumped into the stream, sending water flying. His paw landed sqaure in the middle of the fish's slender body and it wriggled in protest. His muzzle dived into the water and his jaw opened wide, grabbing it by the spine and biting down as hard as he could. 

While the water was being stained red, he returned to dry land, putting the fish under his two front paws and releasing his hold on it. As he expected, it flopped around under him, but he really needed it to die quickly. So he did the only thing he knew to do in that instance... put his teeth just under its head and started to pull. He spit out the unwanted portion for the ants or some other creature who didn't mind the head of a fish. It stopped moving soon after that, and he licked his muzzle.

That was his best fish-hunt yet - normally, it took him half a day or more to catch something half as big. He tilted his head.

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