July 27th; Dawn, hours before sunrise; Overcast; 64° F/18° C Today, there were two things Rook was certain about: first, he knew how to get back to Iridescent Lagoon, even in the dark; and, secondly, he was going to catch something, no matter how long it took him to snatch up a decent fish. He had considered and mentally timed just how long it had taken for him to go from the territory borders to his destination, and was confident to know that he could spend the whole day out on the water if he wished to. And, if he stayed out there for a majority of the day, he had more than enough time and chances to try fishing - before sunrise, and again just before sunset. He doubted he would stick around for long though, quite confident that after a few attempts, he could at least come up two decent-sized bass, catfish, or whatever lurked in the depths of the murky pool... His paws found the edges of the Lagoon easily enough with a still dark blue sky above him. The sun had yet to rise, by the looks of the light indigo and lavender that radiated from the east, which left him more than enough time to watch, wait, and listen for the sounds of feeding fish. He had slowly brought himself wrist- and ankle-deep into the shallows when a telltale plop caught his attention. The ripples on the surface grew in size before dissipating altogether before another bubbling sound made his head turn elsewhere. The yearling took a deep breath and started to wade around; he was careful to keep his tail well above the water and move in away that might have reminded one of a stork or heron. Just like Namid had shown and taught him to do. His left forepaw came up out of the water, his mismatched eyes focusing on what looked like a slow-moving shadow close to the velvety mud and silt underfoot. He stood still, but realized that as he turned his ears forward, his prey caught onto him and veered away back into a dense thicket of reeds. |
Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.