Big Salmon Lake Texas Ranger

The bear gave attention, but no further signs of understanding. At least, Nashua thought, he doesn't seem aggressive.

Perhaps it was a fools errand, to help a bear, and one who looked like he needed no help at all. How had he gotten so large if he couldn't even hunt? Surviving off of kills of others, probably, and the worry crossed him: had he dined on any cache prepared by Moonspear? No, his family was smarter than to bury their kills anywhere an opportunist like this could find them.

But if Nashua could teach this beast to fish, perhaps there could be something to gain...

Quiet, Nashua picked his way into the lake, slow. And he demonstrated himself, until he grew completely still, the only movement from the water's own motion. Still. Wait.

Fishing required patience, perhaps why Nashua favoured it over other trades. It would do the bear no good to lose his temper now.