Otter Creek Fishing is an art

"Tricky zombies, I'll say," while listening to Blue willow's instructions, Osprey went over to the river-bank, crouched down and peered down at the fish in the stream. It was hard to forget, what she had been taught - to focus always on the prey. The silvery gleam was so alluring, she didn't want to avert her gaze. But practical matters were priority and she didn't want to keep the healer waiting.

"Ok, but you didn't kill that one," she pointed out to the fish, who was still pretty much alive, but quite tired from the initial neurotic thrashing on the ground.