Big Salmon Lake undercover martyn

the man moved with a fluidity that made lorroakan feel inferior. jealous, really. he was like a clumsy fawn, always trampling over himself and making a mess of things. his foreign companion had an air of regality. he barely moved the water around them as he waded deeper. 

the fish feel? of course they do! why hadn't he thought of that, before he'd rush into the water like a rogue bull? it makes him feel even more sheepish, but more so, he's grateful the man is actually willing to waste his time teaching him how to catch something. 

his soggy tail swishes above the water. the smile he wears now is less nervous, and more friendly. "oh, right! i guess i don't have your patience." he chuckled. he stood still, watching with fascination at the man effortlessly dunked his head. 

and returned to the surface with a fish! he felt like a child again, watching his older brothers hunt. he's eager now to try again. less dejected. 

"you make it look so easy!" he rasped with awe. the fish flopped on the bank for a while, before eventually it suffocates. 

he nods, perhaps a bit too eagerly. slowly and gentle he widens his stance, eyes training on the surface of the water. watching the fish below glide between the two wolves legs. and after a deep breath in, he's plunging his head back down into the water. 

his jaws snap closed, and when he resurfaces, this time he doesn't have a mouthful of algae. this time it's just...nothing?

he sighs and droops. "they're too fast," he grumbled. "i'm no good at this."