Tery rolled his eyes at her.<i>Snooty ass, bitchy elf...</i>But when she mentioned the fishing pole, he looked down and saw he had caught something. Setting his journal on the rock, he took off running, shifting mid-stride to get more speed. Once he reached the beach, he unlocked the reel and started hauling on the line. Looking out at the water, he saw the line was run almost completely out. Alternating between hauling on the line and running the reel, he paced back along the beach and to one side, trying to haul whatever he had snagged in.<br/><br/>After several minutes of this fight, there was an audible snap and the worgen landed hard on his butt. Reeling the line in confirmed it - the line was sheared of from strain. Or teeth. Glaring at the line, Tery collected the pole and trundled back to retrieve his journal. In hindsight, he doubted it would have mattered if he had seen it earlier - whatever he had hooked was powerful. And anything that could snap the line he was using was definitely strong, and likely smart. Fish didn't get big by being stupid, regardless of what ocean they lived in.<br/><br/>Once back at the spot he had been sharing with the elf, he returned to his previous spot, setting the rod to his side. He picked up the journal, then frowned, tucking it and the pencil back in the pouch at his side - his mood was spoiled by the lost fight with the fish. There was also a mild sense of irritation with the elf woman. Realizing he was still in worgen state, he shifted back - to spite her a bit, he supposed. She continued to insist his human form was 'lesser', so if it needled her that he chose to stay that way around her, fine.<br/><br/>"Yae jes' don' like us cause we're hardier folk. An' there's nae such thing as a wrong opinion." Shortly after the thought struck him, and he started laughing. "Oh, an' tha's th' point, isn' et. Oh, Hind's Teeth, tha's th' feckin' point." He leaned back against the rock and laughed some more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>