Fishing

[singatari]

Singatari ventured through the valley interior, and eventually reached the lake. As her paws touched the water, the lanky she-wolf began lapping up clear, fresh water. Numerous minnows flourished and mingled just below the surface. Her eyes zeroed in on the little things, and her eyes lit up. They were so careless, laid-back, and joyful as they displayed their delicate silver scales. They brought her happiness. After she was satisfied, the quiet alpha backed out of the water and trotted along the shoreline, searching for a shallow, sandy place in the water to position herself in. Singatari spotted one, and she placed a paw on it, making sure it was stable. Ensured that it was safe, the black-and-gold-linen she-wolf put all four on the flat sand bar, and moved to the edge of it. She crouched, wetting the tips of her belly fur, and observed the fish before her. There was a fish of acceptable size brushing against the stones in the shallows just a yard away. It did not notice Singatari. The stony shallows were about half-way-up-your-foreleg deep. She raised a paw as it brushed about, and when the moment was right, Singatari lashed out at the fish. Four claws hooked the side of it, and jerked it up out of the water. The fish wriggled frantically. Singatari ripped its head off with her claws, and flung it behind her, starting a fish pile on solid land. She took a minute from the excitement and sat down on the dry earth. Singatari thought of how the other two packs were doing. Poor Shattered Pack, she thought. They will surely be killing each other if they don't found out about what Tempest Pack's doing soon.