Blacktail Deer Plateau done more in days than done in months

Another fish caught and deposited onto the banks, just the same as Ying. Tail swishing lazily back-and-forth, he poised himself over the water and stared in. Silver bodies darted in every direction, becoming more and more aware of the predators lurking over them—but they quickly forgot, because they’re just fish and only have one thing on the mind: mass destruction.

Anyway, Aningan dipped his muzzle down into the water once more, eyes locked onto a rather still fish—only to pull it out and realise that it was actually a rock, not a fish. Oh well, he still added it to his pile to keep the fish company.