Duck Lake Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

He chuckled. The good thing about fishing, you don't have to necessarily stay quiet the whole time. It is not like hunting. He heard the soft giggle and looked up at her with beaming yellow eyes, a small smile on his face. Kind as always.

Salmon would be nice, but I'm good with any. Something to take back so I don't look like I whittled my day doing nothing.

He bent at the water's edge, watched the shadows and with quick precision, darted a fiery paw into the water and scooped out a fish, quickly grasping it in his teeth and rendering it broken. 

You hungry? He asked sweetly.