cattails

The man seemed friendly enough. She walked closer, to the edge of the water, and side-eyed him. "That'd be swell, thanks" It'd be rude to reject something someone was doing out of the goodness of their heart "I'm Wren, by the way" the young woman added, forgetting her manners briefly "I know how to fish a certain way. My old pack taught me. Well, the alpha did." She glanced back at the lapping waves, biting back a sigh.

Those were the days. She settled before the water, letting her shadow fall on the earth. Her voice was hushed, and she didn't realize she was babbling to this stranger about her hunting skills. "Trick is to make ripples. Fish are stupid. They'll come swimming, attracted to the movements..." Wren began, eyes on the water. She reached out and pat the surface a few times. The subtle waves made the silvery fish draw closer. She waited until a juicy one came up, and slapped it out of the water.

Biting it's neck, she ended it's life.

"Speech"
1/3 hunt small prey (fish)