Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

The dark wolf watched the gentle swaying shapes of the fish as they moved along a still portion of water. He perched his paws upon the edge of the stone at the bank and crouched low to keep his features out of view of the surface.

The first dive granted him nothing and the fish scattered. Crowfeather pulled back, wet dripping from his features. The seer moved up the river and perched again. When the fish had entered the water, he darted and emerged with one clasped in his teeth.

Adrenaline spiked in his figure. Crowfeather danced back on light paws to where Germanicus was and placed the limp fish where he could eat it. The dark wolf then returned to the edge of the water in search of another.