Fish out of water...

Big fish, little fish, they made no difference to Sandor and boy did he have a mixture of every size. From fish that were so large he could barely drag them to shore to fish that were a little bigger than his mouth. He collected them all, if all else failed, if they weren’t acceptable for the contest then he could eat them. They wouldn’t go to waste. Sandor managed a faint smile as Alarr spoke, ears pricking at the idea of visiting. “I dont…I’m new to this land..but I could probably follow directions?” He answered, interested in being able to find Alarr and his pack. Sandor dove back under the water for another fish, resurfacing as Alarr slipped the plant…er…root into his pack. “How’d you make your pack?”