Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

Setting: Early afternoon — 14:27. 74 degrees — clear skies, sunny, and humid.

@Lunaria

Donovan’s massive weight shifts his wide paws further into the sand more then he would like. Rather he decides he hates walking on the sand, but sometimes the feeling of the granulated rocks, warmed by the sun, slipping between his furred toes is almost therapeutic. He finds himself on a sandy beach this day, doing exactly that. Striding through the sandy coastline eyeing down the shallow waves that bombard the shore. He keep his sparkling canary hues on the water searching for his next meal.

The fishing begins as he allows himself to drift further towards the waves. Now the water not only rushes against the sandy beach but they crash against his strong legs as he languidly walks into the water. He’s concentrated, eyes shooting every which way, searching for a fish to snag.