fish are for the birds

Fishing had never been his strong suit. In fact, he was quite terrible at it. Living so close to the sea now had him curious and attempting to better his skill at it and maybe even provide for the pack a bit. Regardless, he was lousy and every time he thought he'd finally sink his teeth into the protein, he'd come up short and covered up to his ears in muck. Spitting some of the foul mud back into the water, he groaned and sunk his face in and shook, freeing the rest of the muck from his waterlogged fur. With the sun beating down on his back and heating him far beyond what should be allowed for winter, he snapped at the water in frustration as he broke free from the water again.

With a snort, he left the waters edge and strode back inland a bit. The tide would still be low for a few hours, but he was certainly done trying to fish. He stomped through the sand really, throwing quite a fit about it too while tossing sand with his paws as he grumbled about how stupid fish were. They weren't even that good, so he hardly understood why someone would want to eat them. Who even decided it was a good idea to try and catch them anyway?! Slippery shits.

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