Set in the garden, where Anatoliy is working on the waterway.
To avoid boredom, the Russo had decided to work on prettying up the waterway in the garden. He knew that he would have to maintain the water as well as provide fish for the pack so that he could become an official fisherman in the pack. Not that he really needed the recognition in official terms. Anatoliy was a fisherman and that was the end of that. It was what had defined him and it what would continue to define him until his dying day. What else could he say about himself other than that he was a man with various fishing skills? He had already brought the lobster and grab traps from his encounter with Eclipse and was working on replicating and fixing them into working order.
The pack would have lobster and crab and all manner of seafood to supplement their meat. Especially in summer, when hunting was a tad harder, the fruit of the sea would be the most efficient way to put food to their bellies. Hopefully those allergic would stay away and everyone else make sure to only treat it as supplements to the diet. They were meat eaters and they needed the flesh of the land bound creatures. Even Anatoliy knew that.
Lugging stones, the Russian man set up a pile of cleaned river stones, most of them flat and broad. He had pulled them from the sea coast and from a small lake further inland. It had been an ordeal to get them all, but he had planned to line the small river that flowed through the fort with them. It would keep the water clear and ensure that it would be clean and sweet. If it got muddy, they could always find the source upstream.
The water was cold and Anatoliy had chosen to keep a towel on hand to dry off wet feet to keep them from freezing. It was simply faster than making a fire or returning to the court house where the wind did not bite. Stepping into the small river, the man ignored the chill of the water between his legs and brushed away debris from near his left foot. The water turned murky and the man planted a broad stone into the cleared out area before the silt could even settle. His fingers had felt that the area was clean, and it was enough for him. If debris would settle over the stones, it was easier to brush them clean. More likely than not, the water would clear it for them.
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