...mistakes were made [gathering]

She seemed a bit flustered, at least in his eyes, and he eyed her with open curiosity. Was she? Or was that him simply reading her wrong? Either way, he was grateful when she responded, and slow enough that he... sort of understood. He got what she emant; those were common words he picked up. Firmly, he shook his head. "No Common," he reiterated with a gentle sigh, once again wishing that he knew the language. This not-understand was getting more than mildly annoying. Then she spoke again, and he eyed her. Her tone was full of warning, but also a sort of... humor? Not as in that there was danger, but... he didn't really know. He shrugged in response, instead turning the the fish.

He eyed the puddle, and walked widely around it until he settled on a point where his shadow did not fall over the water, and he sat close to the edge. The fish were anxious, dying to get free, and were absolutely unaware of his presence. With a grin, he lifted his paw, aiming for a point a few inches ahead of the fish... and slammed his paw down, grinning as he felt wriggling. Quickly, he smoothly ducked his muzzle in, grasping at the delicate tail of the fish before tossing it at Pere, still wriggling and alive. He nodded down at it, before turning his attention to the pool. The last fish was freaking out now; he'd have to wait a minute or two before trying to grab it again. He glanced at the tide, then; did he have enough time? Hopefully so.