Coconut Grove a bitter payment for many bloody deeds

The dark rusted woman offered him word of warning about the nature of the sea. Kodlak turned to study it from where he stood in the shallows. He was not surprised that she would possess the strength to drag a body underneath and silence it forever. It was inspiring to witness such a power, and while the Nord felt a sense of humbleness creep into his traveled bones, he also felt a push to be greater.
 
As though her word had called for them, a slick creature brushed against the joint of his hind leg. The Nord did not stir, but he did feel a rise of his flesh at the touch of the water-dweller. Once the fisher woman had waded far enough in, they had moved away from him. Kodlak was grateful that she would join him in the ocean instead of issuing orders from a perch on the sands. He preferred the grit of a hands-on teacher to that of a judging watcher.
 
“Yes, the bears were quite intelligent. Massive brutes, but they moved so quickly against the rush of river water, they could flip the fish onto the shore with a single swipe of their claw, or even latch them out of the air,” he answered, and the reverence that was latched to his voice suggested that he had an astounding respect for the larger predators. While the Nord had not mastered the art of fetching a flying fish, he had gotten quite well at latching onto those who ventured into shallow waters.
 
With a quick glance toward her, Kodlak offered a thankful smile. “Fishing is a game of patience, then,” he mused.