Silver Creek one fish, two fish

An overcast sky, and the rain which had been falling from it rather consistently for most of the morning made for a rather dreary expedition. In spite of the trees that loomed over him, and their leaves of various different autumn shades that shielded him from some of the rainfall, the former hunter had by this point been thoroughly soaked. He did not let that affect him, however, as he proceeded to trail the creek he’d come across the evening prior.

His pace was deliberate, unhurried, his steps drowned out amidst the other sounds in the forest, the most prominent of which was undoubtedly the creek, followed by the rain. The latter of which seemed to be increasing in intensity. Ever vigilant, Alarick would pause sporadically, taking in the lands that surrounded him as he sought and hoped to commit to memory, the spots that prey animals liked to gather, or the trails they might use to traverse to and from this creek. From what he could tell, it seemed to be the main source of water for the area he’d found himself in, and was itself, he had realized, plentiful in sustenance. 

Although his specialty back home had been land-dwelling creatures, wet as he was, the hunter supposed it couldn’t hurt to try his hand at fishing. He most surely needed the practice, and it wasn’t as if he had anywhere else to be. He’d yet to run across any claimed areas in this land, and with any luck, perhaps this was a region he could reside in comfortably for a time. A break from the constant wandering was not something he would snuff at. 

Alarick slowed his pace upon reaching a pool, eyes peering into the murky depths of the water as he contemplated how best to go about his goal. He noted that the fish seemed to like gathering in the areas where the water current seemed to stagnate, which was probably where he would want to concentrate his efforts if he wished to snag one. Or perhaps two, if fortune were to be on his side.