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This time, he listened to his father’s full advice. The fish thrashed in his jaws and though a Melaneus was much bigger than his prey, he couldn’t remember ever catching something so wiggly before!

He staggered up the riverbank, and almost slipped in a time or two. Eventually he made it to shore, and a place far enough away from the water he didn’t think he could lose the fish to the waters again.

Melaneus dropped the fish and somehow managed to slap his paws somewhat haphazardly on the slippery prey. But even though his grip was admittedly not so great, he struck the fish like a snake, nipping it’s neck before it even had the chance to think about getting back into that water, if fish could even think about such things.

His heart ran in his chest. He didn’t take his paws off the fish, even once it had stopped wriggling underfoot, and turned to his father with a bright smile on his usually stoic face.