PRAY FOR THE WICKED && fishing.

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BENNY G.

fishing wasn't benny's strongest skill when it came to hunting. the fox was built more for tracking. he could follow a poor doe for days until she got exhausted from keeping away from him and take it down, though normally he had the help of his tribe beside him. there was the first time his father, bingo, had taken him and swank out for their first hunt. they were just kids then, not even their adult teeth had grown in yet. it was one of the rare paternal moments bingo actually partook in.

in the mojave, though, there weren't many bodies of water that held fish at all. too small, or not enough nutrients in the water to survive off of. the only water around was for drinking or washing, sometimes from the same source if you weren't so lucky.

benny had only met tsuyu one other time. she had come back from the typhoon covered in all sorts of injuries and blood. feathers in her mouth and braiding them into her fur. it was a weird first impression, but not the worst in all honesty. bt had tried to kill him. that was the lowest bar for the pitt.

"hey-a sweets." the marbled fox greeted, shooting a wink to quill in particular, but giving his main focus to the both of them. "we fishin' today? never done it before... though you ever had sushi?"

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