He was so boored. The black wolf was sprawled along the side of one of the many snake-like rivers that branched off from the mother river. His back legs were stretched out to the side while his front legs teased the surface of the water. Golden eyes stared in the water, watching the lazy fish float about, staring back at him. Occasionally one would snap to the surface and catch a bug. But otherwise, they all just laid (and floated) where they were. Staring. All kinds of staring.
"I'll eat you!" Wicked growled, feeling slightly satisfied at the few fish that startled from the sound of his voice. But they were quick to get back in formation and stick with the others. "You think I'm bluffin', huh?"
He moved one of his large paws to splash in the water, but otherwise didn't get up from his perch. He snorted at the stupid fish that scattered, leaving him nothing but murky water to stare at for the moment.
At least until it began to clear again. And a fish reappeared. Then another. And... another.
"You asked for it!" He rolled to his feet in one fluid motion before leaping into the water, chasing after whichever fish was dumb enough to swim in his path. This game of 'catch' went on for a good few minutes until the black wolf was finally victorious. He stood tall and proud, fish caught in his jaws before slinking back to the shoreline to shake out his coat, dumping the fish at his paws.
"Told ya!" He grinned at his next meal.
medigel
The great thing about being a puppy was that she didn't always have to work for a meal every day. There were a surprising amount of kind animals willing to share a meal with a seemingly lonely, starving pup. And Southern Shadow was learning how to really tug the heartstrings with her act.