Fate had certainly taken a liking to fishing. It wasn't necessarily the water or the act of catching food. It was simplistic now that he knew how to do it and a little calming too. A call would rise for him and his sister, the voice undoubtedly his mother. With a smile, he would pick up the fish he had just caught and walk off towards his mother. The dead fish flopped in his mouth as he bounced up and down with every step. One of these days he would try to hunt land animals. His paws were soaking wet as he arrived. He set the fish down by a tree and looked to his mom for instruction. "Hello mom! What're we doing today?" Curiosity stained his lips as his nose went into action. He caught the scent of food. He would sniff the ground and then look to his mom with a curious look.
