Neverwinter Forest so there he was...

His first words of advice seemed logical enough, and she followed his gaze to the water to try and see what he was seeing. 

Her expression became skeptical, though, when he compared fishing to hunting a rabbit; a rabbit was on land and could be chased. How were they supposed to do that with a fish in water? She kept her questions to herself for now, willing to let him show her what he meant.

He suddenly became very focused on the water, and so she followed suit, her eyes locking on the fish just as his did. She wondered what he would do next? There were a few silent, tension-filled minutes immediately following his spotting of his target, and then he jumped into the stream. Simmik shuffled restlessly on her paws as she watched. His muzzle disappeared into the water and then red spread out from the area, making her tail sway excitedly behind her. 

When he jumped from the water and plopped the wriggling fish down on the ground, she lurched forward just a few inches, her eyes glued to its movements. And then in a wonderfully savage move, he reached down and pulled the things head off, quieting its flopping. 

When he finally spoke, a grin spread across her face. Many, she answered with a raised eyebrow; she was a wealth of questions always. How did you know when to strike? That was her most pressing question. What cues did he watch for? That was important with all hunting right? Perfect timing.