Focused on the pool of water beneath his shadow, Gimli remained still and quiet (for once) as he followed his target. It was a small trout that he planned on grabbing, as it seemed to be the more fearless one by way of lazily swimming around just beneath the surface and closer to the shore. His haunches rose just slightly to give him a bit of wiggle room, bright amber gaze following the movement. He was unaware of the stranger's approach until a near quiet sound from his companion alerted him to her presence. He twitched an ear to acknowledge his awareness now, but he didn't want to miss his opportunity.
Extending a paw slowly over the water, he waited for the moment to strike. One...two...three...four...slap! His paw struck the water, and using his clawed gloves to help in his endeavor, he managed to barely hook the trout's side and used the momentum of his grab to fling it onto the shore beside him. In one swift movement, Knut had pinned it and delivered the killing blow, causing the fish to still. One down...now to acknowledge the newcomer. "Evenin' lass. Don't mind me, jus' catchin' us some supper." He glanced up for a brief moment, "Do ye fancy yerself one?" He didn't know if she considered herself a hunter or a fisherman, but he was happy to share his catches regardless.
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