some say the world will end in fire

Tatsuya watched as she struck with lightning reflexes, retreating with a blaring snort and flapping quarry. The fish was pitiful in size; not large enough to feed the likes of Tonravik. He imagined the fish's size to be more of a deterrent to him than anything else. It was tiny. Therefore he had less area to sink his teeth into. Nimble, slippery things. His ultimate weakness.
INDENTOnce Tonravik turned her eyes upon him, he looked down. Through his reflection he could see a fish very similar to the one the she-bear caught. It gracefully floated in the crystalline liquid, lightly touching his right forearm. Tatsuya never let the fish stray out of sight even though it made his neck ache. Once it was done (obliviously) teasing him, it swam back up to where he could easily grab it. Without hesitation, Tatsuya's head broke the surface with vicious waves. Just as quickly as he went in, he withdrew with a snort and clenched teeth.
INDENTNothing. He had failed. Shaking his head, he glared at the disturbed waters before looking up his Alpha with softer eyes. It was clear he was disappointed in himself yet it was equally evident that he would not give up. For us. For you. Let the waters settle back into a mirror like state. Then he will try again. And try again he did. The results were the same.
INDENT“Blighted things,” he uttered, cranium and neck soaked. Was he striking too soon, too late? Was he not quick enough? What was he doing wrong?