Grizzlybug watched silently and nodded when Eveningpaw returned, “good job! It is smart to use your size to your advantage. I’m a very big cat, as you can see,” he mrowed with a laugh, “if I were to try that, I’d come crashing to the ground, squirrel and all! But, you did well and I’m pretty convinced as to your skills. We can go on some hunting patrols later just to put a fine point on them, but I see know need for specific hunting lessons. Now, for fish. Show me what you can do!” Grizz shuffled to make sure his shadow wasn’t on the water and sat comfortably to wait for Eveningpaw to demonstrate what she’d already learned when it came to fishing.

Grizzlybug nodded to himself and shifted to offer her advice, “if I may offer some advice, try sitting and watching for a few moments after you sit down. It’ll help you get into the ‘zone’ for fishing and also allow the fish to calm down. They feel our pawsteps and become nervous but if we sit for a bit they will relax again. It also allows us to grow used to the distortion of the water. Then, when you actually go for the fish, scoop in at it rather than trying to hit it. It allows more margin for error and will hopefully send the fish flying onto the bank where you can kill it.”

“Better!” He exclaimed encouragingly, keeping his voice quiet so as not to startle the fish. “Try again,” the fluffy tom pushed with the same lowered tone. “Perhaps start a little sooner when you see a fish, or wait for one that’s far enough away but headed in your direction. Fish are faster than us!”