Getting the hang of swimming in such a serpentine way was easy for the drake as he followed the man he now called friend, but as soon as he saw the fish swimming; sudden life burst forth in the once half dead fledgling as he darted after the fish, his jaws snapping this way and that, either just missing the fish or striking ahead of the aquatic creatures. Certainly the dragon had never had to hunt before, so although this should have been easy prey, it was difficult for him. Roaring in frustration, Borial resorted to swatting at the fish, a few times striking one out of the water, but not before it would flop upon the bank a few times before making its way back into the river before he could get onto the bank. â€œStupid fish,â€ Borial murmured as he growled.<br/><br/>â€œMy friend, I am afraid I cannot save you one, for I cannot even catch one for my own!â€ weakly he laughed as he watched the fish passing in between each of his legs. In a since he felt hopeless, but as he looked to his new found friend, he found hope once more. With another try Borial drove his long neck out in a strike, his mouth open as his second lid slid into place, then, there it was, the taste of blood. Clamping upon the flesh he pulled up holding a large salmon within his jaws. â€œIdit eh!â€ the young dragon spoke behind a mouthful of salmon.