Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-36669222-20181123183425/@comment-27163598-20181129054233

Nackfist woke suddenly to the sound of water, he quickly looked around the river, seeing the ripple where something had emerged, or submerged. He then looked over to the fire, it was burning, the logs he had put on were black, but still fuelling. Next to the fire, was a large fish tail, roughly bitten off to the lower back, leaving in some of the fillet. It wasn't much, and I base of the tail of thick, so it was a decent sized fish.

"Damn it Snap" he muttered to himself, knowing that she intentionally left him so little to eat and retreated back to the water so he could end complain to her about it. He picked it up and slowly made his way to the riverside to wash the mud that the tail had accumulated from sitting in the dirt. The scales were grimy and slippery, so he almost lost the tail to the slow running river current. He also made sure to get rid of any saliva that was left on the tails base, where it had been bitten off. Snapwrist may have a powerful bite force, but her jaw isn't designed to slice flesh, but catch it, while. Her jaw is grippy and snaps incredibly fast. So this tail wasn't even close to a clean cut, more like it was pulled off violently.

He grabbed a decent sized stick with some trial and error, stabbed the tails base onto the stick. He went back and sat on his hammock, leaning forward and hunched down so that he didn't numb his head on the branch above him. He thought for a moment, seeing if there was a way to cook his meat without having to hold and rotate the stick. Seeing no proper lazy escape from this task, he held his fish tail over the fire, turning it slowly.

It was a tedious process, but eventually, he took it off, despite it being undercooked, and quickly scraped off any fillets on it, picking off the bones, dirt and leftover guts. He pulled up a small book from his saddlebag and opened it up. It was a hunting journal, not his, but that of his friends father, back home. Rogus Kleanson or Rogue the Rage, as they called him. He laid back in his makeshift bed, and just ate and read. The fish was undercooked, but he was hungry, so it didn't matter. And reading through Rogus's many hunts was always intriguing, so many experiences, so many tips.

He continued on like this for a while, up until he was rudely disturbed...