just keep swimming

Rhyme wandered away from Hannibal, after seeing him catch the golden fish he had been a bit discouraged. His pile hadn’t been disappointing either, he carried almost three large fish. He placed them on the shore and made his way into the lake, at least he could finished gathering his fish. He was close enough to the white she wolf that he figured he should be polite and introduce himself. ”Hey, I’m Rhyme.” He called out over the water with a quick smile as he went back to focusing on the fish at his paws. Alright time for another big one. He waited patiently before thrusting his face into the water and seeking out his fourth fish.