On his way to investigate the happenings in the north, Katsu stopped for a moment to catch and eat some food. All of this travelling - much more than he had ever done in his short life - had carved out new, strong planes of muscle across his body. That muscle, he was finding, needed a lot of fuel. With a rumbling stomach, the red-maned wolf picked his way through the dried riverbed and on towards where the once-flowing water had poured into the ocean. There were a few sturdy slabs of ice that extended out into the sea which would make serviceable platform to fish off of.
Kat picked a perch and watched the dark, deep waters carefully for movement. A few flashes caught his eye, but they were far deeper than he could reach and he had no intention of submerging himself. That could only go distrastrously wrong. The boy mulled over his options, inspecting the rocky riverbed for any other signs of life. Smaller tide pools were scattered about, remnants of its once powerful current. Crustaceans skittered carefully between them, and if he looked closely, there were a few small fish as well. I can work with this, he thought, turning his attention towards some of the crabs. A little bit of bait might go far in bringing those fish to the surface.
