patience is key

Miach wandered around the waters edge, avoiding those that are already fishing together, in hopes to find an area less crowded. He walked with a gentle saunter and alert features. Splashes could be heard as others were able to latch onto a Fish. The Adravendi couldn't help but to be in a good mood. The festival brought smiles to mostly everyone's lips and for good reason. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so much joy. It was a nice feeling and especially with the weather slowly getting colder. Winterfell's first true winter was coming. Living in the north would be rough and winter would be a slap on the rump.

Finally the crimson beast found a good quiet spot. Miach moved towards the water's edge which was only being illuminated by the evening's moon and fireflies. The male watched the water with a still frame and flicking eyes. He hoped the Fish were still daring enough to come close. After a short while of waiting his eyes picked up on a Fish darting across and the male quickly dipped his head down to snap at it.

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