Broken Antler Fen bluegill

Cinna nodded, her brows knitting together as she frowned in concentration. She watched as the hole was made in the ice, and she winced slightly for Teya - it probably wasn't very comfortable. "Do fish... taste good?" the adolescent asked, skeptic. She supposed fishing was far simpler and less dangerous than regular hunting, but she didn't have the experience to know which one she preferred yet. When Teya backed away, Cinna edged closer, peeking into the hole, then backed away, crouching low, trying to watch both the fishing hole and Teya.