[P] Too Much to Ask For?

Slade Auctor · 05-02-2011, 09:26 AM

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Pff, that's fine; I've been much worse. Tongue
WC: 550

Fortunately for Slade, Deirdre didn't acknowledge the way he was tilting his head. She was still smiling, which in turn bought a smile to his face. Hopefully, if she did happen to notice his eye, she wouldn't think he was a complete fool. He knew that, even though he had matured since joining the pack, he was still very immature in a lot of ways. Things like this just proved it.

He didn't follow her immediately after she waded deeper into the water, taking the moment to shake himself, trying to get some water out of his fur and of course his eye. Holding up a paw, shaking it to make it semi-dry, he gave his face a quick brush and then started to follow her. This time he didn't run, hoping not to distract her and get salt into his other eye. It still stung, but not as badly as it had initially.

His head was tilted again as he listened intently to what Deirdre was teaching him. Be patient, be quiet, be still; he could manage that. He was going over these three steps, hardly noticing the flash of scales beneath the water until Deirdre shot her head in, and he watched in awe as she grabbed a flapping fish and bought it to its deathbed on the shore. Wow, her timing had been so... so... perfect! Slade needed to do the same. Again, he was not about to be outdone by a female.

Giving a small nod, he turned to the water and stared. And stared. And stared some more. Just when he thought he saw something, he gave it a closer look and saw that it was only the sun's reflection on the water. That was all he needed to see; now all he saw were waves, his distorted reflection on the waves, the sun; this was ridiculous.

His mind was getting away from him again. Focus, Slade, focus. If you can focus on telling a story for a few hours, you can focus on hunting. This didn't change the fact that he thought he had been staring for an hour already. The fish must've gotten smart; one of their friends just died, and they couldn't be stupid enough to fall for the same trap.

Just as he had finished, he saw a flash of silver under the water. He didn't wait; Slade dove his head underwater, jaws gaping as he clamped his teeth down. Water rushed into his mouth and he forced himself not to swallow. He wasn't sure if he had caught anything, but when his head came up just as quickly he felt something jumping around in his mouth. Whatever he had caught, it was pretty darn small; there was no way it would impress Deirdre, but it was something. Wait, why was he worrying about impressing Deirdre? All he really wanted to do was outdo her, right?

Shaking his head, he gave a small bite, which killed the tiny fish, but since he wasn't satisfied with this he tried again. After a process that was nearly the same, though the waiting didn't seem nearly as long, he snatched up a spotted fish and threw it onto land, just as he had been told to. His aim sent it flying straight for Deirdre.

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