Ravensblood Forest River Fishing

Minnows plipped about in the shallows, but like her son, the Vicera ignored them. She saw the larger fish, and she looked to her son, nodding. A small smile tugged at her lips as she waited, poised, for the fish to approach her. Ever so slowly, it did.

The Vicera preferred to strike with her muzzle, for better control. When the fish was in range, she struck out without hesitation, though she narrowed her eyes to protect them against the flailing of the fish.

It was in her maw. She tossed it to shore and she encouraged her son forward, barking, "Bite, just behind the head!"