Whitefish River Straight to TV

Ah so the Constable had instructed her to do all this runnin about. It made sense if he really thought about it, but it still seemed a bit strange. Then again, he wasn't the warrior type so who was he to judge when he never really trained in any way to fight.

The girl perked up to his question about fish, guess he was catching a fish today one way or another. Alright, let's see what we can wrangle up then eh? He padded back to his spot along the river, leaning over where his shadow did not fall into the currents and scanned for any movement. He figured Reiko would do the same or find somewhere else along the bank, so he just went into his own world.

Eventually, a fish or two would swim close enough that he had the chance to dart his paw into the water, but he hadn't quite mastered hooking them yet, so the cowboy usually ended up throwing the creatures into the air as he tried to snap then in the air.