Patience. Fishing. We find our ghastly creature standing along stones that are submerged in the babbling brook. Two paws were on each stone as she stood and waited. Cold indigo eyes, speckled with amethyst were narrowed as she looked through the water surface catching any sign that there was fish. The sound of the trickling babble from the river was quite soothing at the dead of night. It was rare for her to crave fish, but for some reason she had this burning desire in her gullet to have it. Half torn right ear was pointed forward as she stood patiently ignoring the sounds of the occasional frog croaking or the chirping of crickets. The silver-colored moon was sitting high among the clouds. Hardly a twinkling star could be seen. Sinister shadows seem to etch into every scar that grazed her flesh giving off that distinct gruesome look. She hardly fit the description of a oeillade female, who would be interested to look upon her in such a way? Slowly her bloodstained muzzle pulled back showing off those glistening sharp rows of teeth. A few ways ahead were some salmon making their way to the sea. Licking her chops once she slowly bent her agile form into a pouncing stance her sleek tail, trimmed with grey was pointed, aiding her balance. As the swarm of fish got closer her mighty jaws opened and without a moment too soon she sprang. Jaws slammed down hard on the nearest pink salmon that was unfortunate to try and swim past her. As the fish struggled to get loose her haws only tightened their hold as her teeth sunk into its scaly soft flesh. As soon as it went still she lifted her massive head happy with her kill. She would walk through the low waters, not a bother in the world that her ebony coat was getting wet. The grey v-shaped marking along her chest seemed to glow a bit brighter from the moon that tried to peek through the clouds. Reaching the sore she turned around, her face in the direction of the brook as she placed her dead fish between her paws and happily dug in. As soon as she was done with this one she was more than ready to go back out there and catch another. Tonight was the perfect night to fish…peace and quiet.