Ouroboros Spine first blood

Nodding his heavy head forward, Inutsuk did as the red woman bade: He watched.

Silence fell to both of them. Nothing but the rushing water of the river could be heard now. It almost sent the man into a trance, though he was quick to shift back his attention to reality. Occasionally, his gaze broke from the water and grazed Shikoba. Part of him would say he was only studying her movements to better learn; as for the other part... well, that much he wouldn't be so bold to admit. She had a fiery soul. To that there was no doubt. Strength, confidence, and kindness surged through every word and motion. It was admirable and a good to show to quickly gain respect. She surely had his.

Nose twitching softly, a splash urged him to focus again on the task at hand. 

It surely hadn't taken long for a finned creature to find itself planted within the hunter's jaws. A small chuff and grin offered his applause. He almost wanted to scowl when she then prodded for him to have his go. Shikoba had far more experience than he did and, should he fail, he would make a fool of himself for sure.

Inutsuk would not turn away, however. She had been kind enough to accept his information and give him a lesson in hunting those of water. For this, he was grateful. To show such gratitude, he could only try his best to succeed and let this be the mark of his first hunt.

Inhaling quietly, a steady gaze befell the water. Stern, focused; and nothing less. Feet were at the ready, as were teeth. When the time came and a fin was spotted, the man's head charged for the rippling surface, disappearing for only a second before emerging to view.

To his surprise, he hadn't resurfaced alone. Low and behold, a fish dangled from his grasp, squirming furiously. Inutsuk was almost too shocked to respond and finish the kill. Frankly, he was unsure how to do so, really. So, doing the only thing he could think of, he bit down hard until blood drew from where he had drilled his teeth. 

Perking his head, the man looked to the woman, tilting it a bit in question of whether he'd performed well or poorly. Sure, he caught it... but, was it done to the proper standard?