A Tisket, A Tasket, I'm Making A Fishing Basket

Birna settled in to wait while Vanille went to startle the fish. While she waited she set about grooming her fur, just for a few moments for she'd need to go in and get the trap. Her focus shifted to the sounds and smells of the land around her, keeping an eye out for other predators that might seek to fish at the lake. She didn't want to go pulling their snare up full of fish in the sight of a hungry bear. That would be a good way to risk losing their catch. Her ears perked up at the sound of splashing and she knew Vanielle was working at startling the fish. It wouldn't be long now. Birna crept to the edge of the lake, worming her way through the cattails as she tried to see if she could spy any fish. The water was clear but not crystalline so it was hard to see exactly what was happening but she could swear she saw some silvery flashes headed for the basket.


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