everything in it's right place

Sinclair puffed up his chest a little bit when the female told him that he was in fact strong and had a good bite. It made him proud. All the better of a jaw for gnawing on some fish! Once they caught one of course. But to feed both of them, they would need to catch something bigger than a little tiny fish that swam about in the shallows. Maybe they would have better luck with a frog? Although Sinclair could not vouch for the deliciousness of a frog.

Prancing over to the shore the boy would sit dark rump in the muddy sand and watch the water. It was still murky from all of their playing, and hunting. But it didn't take very long to settle.

"Maybe we can somehow find a big fish? I don't think a little fish would feed us very well, no?" He suggested to Dova, his ears pressing against cranium briefly, the concept of catching one little fish wasn't appetizing. For they could easily swallow one in one not even bite. But literally swallow one! It wouldn't feed them at all and Sinclair was trying to come up with ways in which they could feed themselves....