Cypress smiled and his tail thumped on the ground behind him as he looked up at the Marino male as he was greeted. A familiar pack member, though not someone he knew well. He was just another adult, another set of eyes on him to keep him from getting into too much trouble. "How can you catch fish with a stick and some string? He asked, rather skeptical. He had spent a lot of time around the shores of the lakes. Catching frogs and watching the fish that happen to come up in the shallows. He had tried to pounce a few and got nothing but a nose full of water and muddy paws. And if that didn't work he didn't see how one was going to do it with a stick and some string.
"You just, stand in the water holding the stick with the line the water, but how do you catch a fish when you can't even see it?" The idea of luring in prey still an unlearned tactic. Hunting was all about the catching, the action. Patience too, something he had yet to gain. While he had no aversion to getting dirty the youth kept himself well on the shore. He had decided several days ago that it was too cold for him to be getting wet. Just the thought made him shiver.
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