IF I WERE TEN FEET TALL ☆ o, ice fishing

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Food was beginning to become a little bit scarce around the Halls. It wasn't so bad that anyone was starving, and their storage pile of food was still a decent enough size for now, but Vinny knew that eventually it was going to start shrinking. Considering that they were in the near dead center of winter at the moment, there being a lack of prey running about wasn't exactly surprising, but that didn't mean it made Redvox particularly happy, either. As someone who had never been very good at hunting to begin with thanks to his odd and gangly form, trying to hunt for bits of prey when they were hiding deep within their warm little hollows was even worse, and Vin couldn't help how frustrated he was getting. More than a few times he had been so close to nabbing a rare piece of prey when they darted off in the right direction to squeeze themselves into some little cubby,  far away from the reach of Vinny's large wing talons. It made him want to scream, and occasionally he even did let out a loud groan of annoyance. Eventually he had just given up, plopping back on his haunches and sighing heavily as he thought of what he could do instead. Thankfully, there was an activity that Vin could remember from his youth, one that he had been taught about by Hadley.

Getting the supplies that he needed had been relatively easy, considering the humans that had once lived here had evidently partaken in the activity of ice fishing as well, which didn't really surprise him. After all, they must've similarly had food shortages in the winter. So, once he had his supplies, he dragged it all out in a bucket to the nearby river, which had iced over thanks to the cold chill of the air. Once he was sat at the edge of the water, it took a little bit of fumbling to get the ice carver to work for him. Using it with wings instead of hands was hardly ideal, but soon enough he ended up with a hole in the ice large enough to fit his head through, with fish swimming about beneath it. Vinny spent a long while just sitting at the edge of the water, psyching himself up and waiting for the perfect moment to strike out and catch something. Thankfully, the perfect moment came before too long, with a fish lingering just below the whole for just a moment too long to be safe. Vinny's long neck struck out, and his vampire bat fangs sunk down into tough scales, wrenching the creature up and out of the water. Once he had bit down hard enough for the fish to stop flailing restlessly, he tossed it into the bucket next to him, turning his gaze back to the icy water below. He'd keep going until no more fish came near, and he'd be unable to make anymore progress.