Flint fashioned a fishing pole from the long grass-like structures growing on the other side of the pond.
Strong, sturdy but also easily breakable-
He didn't have any thread though-
Which is where-
The intestines of an Alamander came into play.
As for bait?
Worms.
There weren't any on the ground but there were plenty inside the guts of the now deceased.
"Are you seriously going to use that to fish?" Trace said, gagging, almost throwing up.
She'd seen Flint kill am Alamander, deshell it, gut it, strip it, and now use it's…
Yeah-
She'd seen enough for today and honestly, wanted no more…
That horrid stench still lingered in her nose, making her sweat- making her nauseous.
If only she could unsee what she already saw.
"Yup-" Flint threw it in the river.
There were plenty of lizards in the river, and some were just floating around.
