Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

The hesitation to take on two fish as an entree was steamrolled quickly by Wicken’s primal instinct. Marcus pressed his lips together and looked away as to not make the situation awkward. His eyes easily found a few other things to focus on instead. There were now more fish gathering at ground zero, already forgetting the massacre that happened only moments before. A turtle was telescoping its head above water in the distance, floating along with the river with no say as to where he would end up. Marcus especially focused on the turtle for a second. Same.

In the corner of his eye he noticed the fish bones, tossed into the current by the boy, floating away with their family and friends close behind… eating them. Can’t relate to that one. 

It was then the men both turned to each other once more, and the teacher submitted to the student's offer. "I won't stand in the way of a free meal. Plus, practice will be good." Looking around, Marcus wanted to ensure that there was no other predator in the area. Wicken was right to dispose of the fish carcasses, but the stench of seafood still hung heavy on the shore and on their pelts. There seemed to be no one, so the brute took a moment to work out his aching limbs. His dramatic stretch was promptly followed by a grunt as he reached full extension, and then a release which sent him flopping comfortably onto his side. Lifting his head to crane his neck back to Wicken, Marcus nodded for him to go ahead.