Bit by Bit

As Redrum approached the edge of the receded lake, his sharp gaze scanned the water's surface for any signs of movement. Initially, there was nothing but stillness. Then, just as his patience wavered, a sudden glimmer caught his attention – a fleeting glimpse of a fish darting beneath the surface.

Focused now, Redrum spotted a couple of fish lurking beneath a patch of duckweed, their shiny bodies barely visible. With deliberate care, he positioned himself for the perfect opportunity to strike.

However, amidst his quiet anticipation, a gentle voice interrupted the tranquility. It was subtle enough not to startle him, yet enough to draw his gaze sharply towards its source.

There stood an older man, engrossed in the task of skinning and gutting his recent catch. Redrum, knowing a good bit in the ways of a hunter, wasn't entirely surprised to see the task done. With a nod of acknowledgment, the boy greeted the stranger. "Hello- Yes. Redrum is- practicing fish-ing. Not great- at it." His words were offered cautiously but self assured.