There was a stillness about K'arnae that Mercy enjoyed. She was patient and while she obviously had a playful side, she wasn't foolish, and hadn't lost track of their goal, which was to catch a fish. She was mature without being as stern as the wolves in Hollowheart Keep. Due to recent circumstances, Mercy could remember very little about his mother being playful or kind, or being forgiving at all. K'arnae, he felt, was more mothering and caring. Here he was, a new member of the pack but someone had already welcomed them in like family and had taken him into their guardianship, even though it wasn't entirely necessary. It was good, though, to have a role model, someone who could show him things he hadn't already learned and temper the wild, arrogant spirit that he like most other teenagers was plagued with.
She looked down at the water and he did as well, at first only looking at the water between his legs. He grimaced slightly when he saw the green, slimy bit of algae clinging to the rocks, and thought about moving his paws further away from it but held still when K'arnae spoke, alerting him to something in the water. He tried his best to move his eyes, not his entire head, and it took him a moment to see it, but she'd been right- a fish had eventually come along to inspect her furry legs. The fur, he noted, swayed just as the algae did. The fish came remarkably close, and he found himself wondering if fish could smell...Certainly they couldn't- otherwise it would surely smell the wolf it was swimming so close to, would it not?
K'arnae's sudden movement caused Mercy to shy backwards a bit in surprise, having not expected her to smack the fish out of the water. She hadn't smacked it at him- he'd snapped at the water that'd been flung his way out of instinct- but at the bank, where it flopped, trying to get back to the water. Mercy fumbled and slipped on the algae-covered rocks he'd been inspecting before, but was able to reach the fish just as it reached the shallows, where its spine crested out of the water. It was too shallow for it to speed away and Mercy grabbed it, and without thinking, swung his head and threw the fish further away from the water, rather than simply clamping down on it. It was slimy, like the algae. He wasn't sure he liked that.
Nevertheless, the fish was more or less caught- it was far enough from the water now that it wouldn't have even been able to see the surface and flop its way back. And Mercy sat on the ground, blocking the way, watching as it picked up bits of grass as it flipped this way and that. He grimaced slightly. "Slimier than I thought it'd be," He said, still slightly grossed out by the feeling of fish in his mouth. He'd eaten fish before- but they'd been dead, not squirming and wet. When they were dry, they were almost rubbery, which he could stand. But cold, wet fish wasn't quite as appealing.
"speech"
MAGNOLIA Glen