Quoth sat crouched, staring at the stream. At first glance, it looks as if they were daydreaming, but looking closer, their eyes were darting around in small, flickering motions. Their muscles tensed, and there was a flap of feathers, the splash of water, and a fish speared on two of their talons.
They retrieved the fish from their claws, and held it up.
"Anyone like fish? I can catch plenty."