growing gills

Hannibal was an alright fishermen in his time. He was no master but he could catch himself a decently sized Fish when needed. Since Ashen had made it's home around a large lake he had actually taken up fishing quite a bit more so he was slightly more confident then he would have been before. Thus, the male slithered up to the edge of the water with very quite pad falls and his form was low to the ground. Despite what many may think Fish are pretty aware of their surroundings and could get spooked by ones shadows. Thus, the male remained still with his right front paw lifted ever so slightly. Pale eyes remained trained on the depths of the water and his breathing was steady. He was nearly as still as a stone before he saw something flash beneath the surface and his paw slipped down and attempted to swipe the Fish up and out of the water. Hopefully if he made contact the Fish would be flopping on the water's edge and he could end it's misery..

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