It was a warm, lazy day for Taro. The night before, he'd flown in late and exhausted and threw a tent and a fire together. Now, rested and relaxed, he strolled away from his camp, along the shore of the lake, talons digging into the soft sand, sunlight glinting off of his glossy feathers. A pile of bloodstained clothes leeched fingers of wavering color into the clear waters of the lake, left there to soak. Small fish and tadpoles raced around the heap, attracted by the smell of blood. With luck, Taro thought, those small fry with attract something a little more substantial. His mission last night had really taken a lot of out of him, and a nice fish dinner was just the thing to perk him up. Taro flopped down into the sand and stared out at the glittering waves, watching for the tell-tale ripples of a shoal of fish. After a little while, the watering began roiling and eddying in a certain spot. Taking a running start, Taro lifted himself into the air over the peaceful lake. From up here, he could see forever. He saw a red-haired girl and a man in black on the far shore, a puff of white fuzz buried in the forest and, most importantly, the shoal of silvery fish swimming at the surface of the lake.<br/><br/>"Gotcha," Taro laughed to himself as he pulled his wings in close and dove sharply, hoping to catch one massive fish he'd seen among the others. Dropping, he closed his clawed fingers shut over the tail of the fish, it was a ten-pounder, at least, and snapped his wings open to their full span, pulling out of his dive and swinging back around deftly. Noiselessly, he touched down in front of his tent and, after a few moments preperation, set about grilling his catch. The heavenly odor wafted all along the shore.