This is a hunting seasonal

Nami wandered near the edge of the bay, pacing slowly down the shoreline. Though Auster was experiencing their wet version of winter, her mood overall was still quite bright. Even after what Tojo-Kai had endured not long ago - the point was that they had endured, and they were stronger for it. And the new life that was flourishing within the pack made it hard to feel down at all. She admittedly had a soft spot for young ones and their naive joy was contagious, sending ripples of happiness through the pack like a tidal wave.

She'd had her eye on a manta ray that kept floating close to shore. Its size made it easy to spot, even among the long strands of kelp that clogged up the bay. Catching it, though, would be a different story entirely.

Slowly she waded in the shallows, pausing only when the water was nearly up to her chest. Though it was relatively cool out, Nami wasn't the least bit deterred. The chill that flooded her as she waded further out only encouraged her; her eyes locked on the pale manta ray as it danced through the seaweed, almost tempting her to try to bring it to shore.

And sure, she could try, but she knew a thing or two about fishing and she knew a partner would definitely help her in this case. As much as she liked a challenge, she thought it more prudent to make sure they actually took down a good meal, especially with how many mouths they had to feed now. She couldn't imagine Hanzo and Kiriko's litter would be at all upset about an unusual meal either. Lifting her head to the sky, she let loose a call for whoever might want to help her, slowly backing out of the water and keeping her eyes trained on the manta ray. She hoped it wouldn't leave too soon.

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