Fairspell Meadow Needles

"The back paws aren't so bad." Akari stood up slowly. "Thank you. I think I can manage from here." She said with a faint smile. "I'll look forward to hunting by your side, Lane. Although, I must confess: I am more of a fisherwoman than a huntress." Akari turned her attention to the lake and nudge the ice plates away from the border: underneath the ice, she could see the silvery silhouettes of fish swimming slowly in the crystal waters. "Here, let me show you."

Her muscles stiffened, one paw lifted from the ground, her nose pointed at the water, ears perked forward. She stood immobilized in that pose for a while, and then, in a flash, she lunged her head into the water, careful not to wet her paws, and snatched a small trout.


Akari wanted to catch a bigger fish for Lane, but she didn't want to keep her waiting. The trout she was holding firmly in her jaws was no more than a snack, but it was better than nothing.

She nudged the fish next to Lane's paws. "It's not much, but I couldn't just let you go without giving you something for your trouble. Perhaps one day, I'll show you a few tricks about fishing. Until then, I wish you luck in your travels, friend."