Two Rivers Isle Epic Meal Time

Cry was entirely waaaaaaay too busy laughing at the youger male's pun that he had managed to give the whelp a head start! Chortling away, the Phantom had the worst time trying to concentrate, and by the time that he had gotten into the fridgid water, the russet mix had already beaten him to it! Trying his hardest to snag a fish, Cry kept his eyes peeled for any movement. A pair of frosty gems darted between the rushing currents.

snag

Just that quickly, a bluegill was in his jaws, wriggling hard enough to try and fin him. Bisecting the pearlescent fish with a swift crunch, the Keeper kept his acute fishing going until his paws began to go numb. Figuring it would be best to stop now, he tossed the last carcass on the shore and took a snorting glance at his pathetic pile. 3 fish!! Who'd get full off of that?!

Turning across the shore, Cry peered over to see what his playful company had wrangled up.