She couldn't stifle the twitch of her mouth as it shaped the faintest impression of a grin. "You need no Cisin at all," she encouraged, gently bumping the other's shoulder. "Look at you now. His loss."

Benji fell a step or two behind, arriving at the water when Citalá stepped in. She looked to their left then right, sniffing as she did so to ascertain they were the only bodies around before she, too, pressed forward. Rewarded by the cool rush of lapping waves announcing this arrival with great disturbance. This was her element and she knew it well. She took a step back, sideways, dark eyes tracking dark shapes that swam against the whorl of the tide. "Catch more... Ha," she laughed, dry but lacking no mirth. "You have to catch more than me."

A friendly challenge... of sorts.

Benji planted her forepaws firmly in the water, silt packed between the webbing of her toes, ears pricked forward and attentively listening for any uncouth splash of startled fish. So much of fishing relied on waiting. Patience, typically, was her strong suit but Citalá's watching gaze coaxed her into performing. She dropped her head low and a roll of her shoulders situated her like some heron above the water's surface. She waited, waited, and—

—sprung at the first darting shadow.

Something smacked at her amidst the arterial-esque spray but she reared her head up and out with a muffled yet triumphant, "Woo!" teeth sank firm into the slick flesh of a very, very small fish. A fish nonetheless. "Try to beat the size of this." Benji flashed a fang grin, struck by brazenness more than true pride as she flaunted the fish as though it was not a terribly unimpressive thing.