Fish is on The Menu Tonight

Saracyn approached the rocky shore of Alias Lake, glancing out at the clear waters shimmering in the winter sun. He had chosen to join the fishing competition for two main reasons: he really loved fishing, and he was very familiar with this lake. He'd spent months training with his raptors by its shore, catching fish from it for seasons. If there was anyone here amongst this motley crew of fisher wolves that had a home field advantage, it was him. Once everyone had arrived and was ready, Avacyn announced the rules. Catch as many fish as you could with whatever methods you chose. Sara nodded; simple enough. His sister gave the countdown, and once the contest began, Sara let out a sharp whistle and ran for the supplies, snatching up a spear in his jaws just as his raptors swooped down from a pine tree nearby. He gave a motion of his head and the avians glided out over the lake, scanning through the water to find clusters of fish and diving down for them as Saracyn followed their movements and dashed into the shallow water, lancing his spear towards any movement his keen eyes caught.

"Saracyn Mendacium"