I waited and watched, choosing my time wisely. I had little experience with hunting prey--what earth pony would? But I was determined not to let my unfamiliarity hinder me. If I truly intended to do this thing, I would do so with caution and purpose. Unpleasant as it seemed, I knew how the circle of nature flowed, and that taking a life in this nature would only be so that Sawtooth and his people could in turn survive. The real cruelty would be to wound some creature unduly due to my inexperience.
Thus I bided my time, letting Sawtooth carry me through the reef past all number of amazing sights. Finally, I saw my opportunity, and motioned for him to turn aside.
It was a tuna, I think. A fat, silver fish that was nibbling on some kelp at the outskirts of the reef. I didn’t trust myself to target anything smaller or more agile. I felt Sawtooth tense ever so slightly as he tightened his grip and swam forward with a minimum of disturbance.
The fish didn’t even notice us until we were within a few hoofsbreadths, and then I jabbed forward with all my might. I confess, my eyes were screwed shut, but I still felt the resistance as my trident sunk into something. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the fat tuna staring back lifelessly.
I felt a thrill at my success…
I felt understandably disgusted...