some say the world will end in fire

Fishing in lakes and rivers was different than fishing in the ocean.

The fish in these waters were more trusting, but incredibly slippery, and smaller in size. Their diet here she was not so sure of... but she also had no idea what ocean fish dined upon.

Her impatience did her no favors in the water when she fished, but there was another side to her here. A side where as she looked into the water, she saw her own mothers face staring coolly back at her. Tonravik was reminded of the days she had spent with her brothers, poised in the water, slamming her face repeatedly into the water with nothing to show for it in the end. Her brothers were more patient, and each had gained a fish, the eldest earning two. Tonravik herself as a cub relentlessly dove into the ocean water, scaring away the water-dwellers and earning her mothers easily-earned disapproval.

Tonravik made up for it in spades. Her father had been a constant figure in her life, also, and he was a more frequent fishing companion for her than her mother, who could not tolerate her failures. In the end, it was both her mother and her father both, who would snap at her for every move she made that was too early... or when she shook with her impatience.

That instilled trepidation, that conditioning, to this day gave her all the pause in the world. Their fangs were nowhere near her, but they may as well have been inches from her throat. The woman looked calm and collected as she watched the creatures swim around... and when one lingered, she struck, thrusting her face into the waters. No water entered her mouth as she made a grab for it, fetching it... and when her head rose, there was a fish that flapped violently in her grip. Its death was swift and its twitching was shortlived.

The leader turned to Kapvik, looking to him to see his progress.