Since the incident with the surge wolves the archer yearling had been on high alert. As much as he might want another run in with them it was probably not a good idea. The last thing he wanted to do was make things harder for the ghost woman. He'd steered clear of the surge but the lake was still good fishing that he couldn't pass up. As far as he knew it didn't belong to anyone so was free for him to take part in that fishing. He just hoped none of those damn coyotes showed up to steal what he caught.
He'd been in the water for a little while but hadn't been successful. Ramiel also hadn't been trying very hard either. As it were he stood in the water, underbelly soaked through watching a school of fish. Really he'd just needed a reason to go to the lake to cool off.