Mudminnow River flowing fluid and wild

She spoke, drawing his attention away from the waters just long enough that when he did look back, the fish had moved on.  In a way, it worked out that she went on explaining, because it gave him the opportunity to continue his search.  Chances were, the fish that he had seen had already tried to sink back towards the warmer waters of the deep.

"There were some here just a moment ago, but, they're gone," he said, debating whether or not he wanted to step out towards the shallows.  That was the trickiest thing he found in fishing himself — the wait.  "Maybe they're down by you?"  But this time, his eyes didn't leave the murky waters, waiting for that flash of dirty silver to swim past again.

From there, the duo had a little bit of fishing and chattered, before parting ways.