Qeya River but i am petrified

The boy kept his distance while both the gray woman, and the black bear, moved to intercept the water's edge. He listened while she spoke, unable to ignore the tone of her voice; she imparted great knowledge to him, but still he did not drift closer. Not until a fish was flung across the bank, where it twitched and struggled for air. The movement made his eyes widen, his ears peel forward off of his gray skull - and then he saw the dark creature grab for it. Upon their departure, Kasiya began to skuttle closer. He inched towards the spot where the fish had landed and dipped his head, as if to smell the stones there; he could smell fish, but it was a clean scent, not the rotten, foul aroma he was accustomed to.

You try, the woman suddenly asked of him - and Kasiya's gaze shot up from the stones and caught upon her face, only to be pulled down towards the flow of the water. I.. I don't think... he murmured nervously to himself. It wasn't only the fish that he was afraid of, but the intense flow of the river. Water hadn't been in abundant supply back home either, making this the antithesis of everything he knew and trusted. Instead of heeding her desire, Kasiya watched the pulse of the river for a few moments and said in a slightly louder tone, can you do it again?