Blacktail Deer Plateau Some turn to dust or to gold

Dante thought back on the teachings he'd recieved, trying to remember exactly what they were. He stood in position with the sun, as she'd spoken, and with paws planted firmly, stance wide. Had there been more? He couldn't recall. This would have to do. He noted Kesuk's arrival and gave a glancing smile of acknowledgement her way, then continued looking. After a few moments a flash caught his attention and he snapped at it, hitting the water with a splash as he did so. It was too soon, the timing off, and he didn't even touch the creature. Now thoroughly soaked, he laughed.

"So much for that idea. I think I'll have the fish laughing at me by the end of this." He said her way, climbing out of the river a little ways down so as not to splatter her as he shook water from his pelt. He would still come practice though. It was a skill he wished to hone. "Any pointers from the sidelines?"