I'm done for, it's over, I'm through

Derg · November 25, 2018, 09:07 AM

Set 20/11/2018

The man had found a scent, but stale and in very poor quality. Must be at least two weeks old. He lifted his head, russet ears turning to inspect the river. No, she wouldn't've drowned. Probably.

He looked around, eyes dark and consuming in the dull light. It was still clear, for now, and hopefully, it would stay that way until he found Grezig. In reality, it wasn't until she left that he realised he missed her, she may feel differently towards him but his sister meant a lot to him.

He was hungry. The feeling raked along his stomach and implored him to hunt. The nearest source was the river, so why not. How hard could fishing be?
He'd studied others who fished, and the key was to stand still and move like lightning.

Looking into the water and slowly moving to stand his paws in the shallows, he waited for the silver scales that flashed here and there to return. He watched. Waiting. He dived, jaws snapping around a body. Jerking his head up, he pulled the fish from the water and retreated to the bank. The one he'd caught wasn't very big, just a mouthful. He could always catch another, so he started to eat.

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