Totoka River you say if you could fly, you’d never come back down

ahh an endcap.

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There were some that just did not have the finesse or innate ability for this. Or the luck. Both were at play here, she believed. She knew she had the skill and had honed it over months alone. When other hunting's luck failed her, fishing was her fall back. But, this was not a strategy for all.

She watched him with a vaguely amused look, although said nothing and passed no judgements. It was as she had asked him to do, and this worked well. She'd had her share of fishing failures that had only served to land her soaked and hungrier than before. Hm, perhaps try being more patient. Your technique is good, already, but the waters are not easy, nor are their inhabitants... She elaborated with a few extra tricks she knew and told him all she could. It was not the most easy of topics to explain but she just went with the straight-forward approach and hoped it would make sense to him. Watch, she finished with and poised herself for her own strike. Waiting for the right moment, she landed a blow on a small fish, then shook her head.

Hoping that he may try again, she watched him in return. She would advise him until he wanted her company no longer, or became proficient enough to catch something -- whichever came first. Once done, she would disappear back to the woods and rest..