Ouroboros Spine first blood

excitedly, the woman watches inutsuk perform his first hunt. focused, driven, quiet -- it was all of the things that a master fisherman needed in order to be successful. she is silent, hearing only the droplets of water retouch the calm surface of the lake. ears perked forward, sulfur eyes pinned on the man's body. 

soon his head dives beneath the water, and behold! a mighty fish struggles within his grasp, and it seems the hunter is almost in shock of what to do. however, instincts take over, and the sickening crunch against the fish's body makes shikoba's tail swing with glee. he had finally earned the right to his name. the first blood had been spilled, the spirits make way for the many other hunting parties that may take place in the future, successful with flesh and bone.

quick nods of the head towards him, a grin full of fish, shikoba is quite pleased with her teaching skills and his quick talent. she would not have judged him had he missed, as fish tend to be quite mindless and soon return to areas that seem dangerous after a few minutes have passed by. with a little bounce in her step, shikoba encourages inutsuk towards the shore. she leaps out towards the sand and rock, bounding like a little deer over a meadow. her head turns to see if he will follow her with the same level of excitement or not.

once her legs are on dry land, a vigorous shake of the coat is needed to dry off the water. hopefully, the man was not in the splash zone.