Morska'Zelena noticed a pattern. The lonelier she got and the stronger that empty pang feeling grewer, the less she wanted to interact with her pride. She didn't want to smile or be asked if everything was okay when she wasn't putting on a "everything is just fine" face. And the less she wanted to interact with anyone, the further into the swamps Morska'Zelena went. And the farther into the swamps she went, a need arose. With that need, the loneliness grew. It was a vicious cycle that was never ending that frustrated her to no end.
And so Morska'Zelena made a quick decision as she was traveling. She would take her mind for the perplexing thoughts and cycles and thought cycles. She was going to go fishing.
Even in the muddy waters, Morska'Zelena could see the outlines of fish scattering as she had walked up to this point. Granted they didn't go far or long into hiding. Especially if she stood perfectly still. Probably because the fish couldn't tell the difference between her mud covered legs and the roots of some of the trees. She wondered if she stood still enough and spooked the fish in another way than moving, would fish take shelter under her or between her legs?
Slowly, so she would not cause a big ripple or splash, Morska'Zelena dug up a rock and quickly retrieved it in her mouth. Standing straight and still, she waited a moment before pulling her head to the side and tossing the rock with as much force as she could.