Fish is on The Menu Tonight

Kichi wasn’t a fan of being around a bunch of strangers.  He’d avoided the feast, offering instead to patrol the border to keep an eye out for any trouble.  The idea of fighting the other wolves in some melee where he had to play nice hadn’t sounded as if it would be fun, not compared to a real fight.  In an attempt to participate in some fashion he’d reluctantly decided to sign up for the fishing contest.  

Kichi was still growing in his hunting skills but to be honest he hadn’t bothered much with fishing.  He had imagined just catching the fish in his mouth but with the items laid out the silver and white wolf figured he might try using one of the poles.  At the count of three, he jogged over to grab a pole and slide into the shallow water's edge, feeling the water sliding over the top of his paws.

Kichi considered his new tactic of choice and while the task was to catch as many as possible he decided to take his time, not stabbing for every fish but the carefully aiming jab at the fish that seemed larger than others, hoping to have better luck with larger targets to jab at.

"Kichi"