Seedweed in the Deep Abyss.

The deep abyss appeared to have no end. Bubbles boiled from below, while the white capped waves sloshed over the opened hole in the ice. From a far distance, dark figures raced through the dark water's, their bellies flashing a pale while with an almost crescent moon shape just beside their faces. Their eyes resembled a dark nothingness, while also glazed with a hazy look. Their entire demeanor practically screamed 'predator'. Fortunately, a thick bed of seaweed hid them well beneath the solid ice. Perhaps as long as they didn't cause too much of a rucus, their presence would remain unknown. Besides, they were probably too preoccupied with the schools of fish that zoomed through the currents, their bright red bellies flashing a bright, yet strangely alluring color. Their sun colored eyes automatically widened in fright as the two Tokotas' dove head first into the salty wake. Instantaneously, the water consumed them, swallowing them whole. Soft fur flew beyond their massive bodies, creating an angelic appearance. Nambra would be the first to stretch out her large, dire paws, exposing sharp ends that would surely scrape against the side of one of those delectable fish. With her sheer size, she needn't move at all, but simply remain in a relaxed position and let the little beasts come to her. 

However, Pimne, being far less larger than her Tokota companion, would have to use a different tactic, one that required quick, fluid movements. First, a single paw would stroke forward, followed by the back. It was simple enough, swimming that is. As easy as breathing it seemed for the intelligent hunter. Weaving through the intricate seaweed, he thrusts forward again, causing a school of fish to flee from their hiding place and out into the open. Next, he would use his strong legs to launch once more, this time at an angle. With eager, open jaws and waiting teeth, finally he swing his head to the side and manages to clip the flopping end of a fish. Not too shabby, he must have thought, but the blasted things were so slippery, especially underwater. Maneuvering the slick body towards the back of his mouth, Pimne resurfaces, placing the morsel in a neat pile towards the side of the open pocket. Following suit, Nambra would also resurface next to the other Tokota and place hers on the opposite side as if creating another pile. Her thoughts must have been that sharing wasn't exactly caring and she deserved her own fish after all that 'work'. Grunting in slight disapproval, Pimne would slip beneath the surface of the waters to test his luck again with another fish, then another, all until the sun would begin to dwindle past the horizon. Thus, the day had finally ended, but the feast had yet to begin.