Noctisardor Bypass Fishing, Take Two

The river. It was a ways away, but not far enough to dissuade him, so he nodded, grinned, and began to lead the way, tail held high and waving steadily behind him. "I have a good feeling about this, Inkeri," the yearling huffed, glancing to her and grinning once more.

The lake gave the fish far too many places to flee to, and his natural technique was built for rivers anyways. He felt like today, he would succeed. Perhaps he would not be an amazing fisher, but to say he could catch his own food — and food for others, it meant something.