Ohhh... Who Lives In A Pineapple Under The Lake?

Éldi grumbled as he lost not only his fish in this strange encounter but the dark shape that he thought might be a beaver also slipped through his grasp. Deciding to recalculate he leapt to the shore, unknowingly out of the way of whatever it was in the water. Kaler was laughing. "You are incredibly bad at this! Behold this mighty hunter!" Scowling, Éldi moved down the bank to try his luck away from the beaver or whatever it was. Clearly it was scaring all the fish and make his task that much more difficult, though Kaler, courtesy of his claws, didn't seem to be having much trouble at all. Slipping into a quieter cover with his measly little blue gill Éldi sought to start again, a gleam of silver catching his attention as he dove his head down once more.

Meanwhile Kaler shimmed onto a log that was resting partway in the water, his ears cocked forward as he watched the dark shape, hoping it would come close enough for him to bop on the head. He wanted to know what it was.