Greatwater Lake So I pull up in that Maybach Candy

Inkeri knew that fishing was not for everyone. She supposed part of her love for it, stemmed that it was solitary and silent. She needn't have anyone with her. She could just be alone. Like she often was.

She returned his smile and then focused back on the fish. She stabbed a paw forward and scooped up. A fish arcing through the air. Upon its land she placed a paw upon it and quickly ended it's life with a swift bite.

Goodness. I didn't even notice. Thank you.