Whitewater Gorge Boys workin' on empty

Sorry for the delay! I'll roll for Njal's catch (1d5 - even is a success): 5

He settled upon the bank, and cast a glance across the waters before turning to his companions. It had been a while since he had to feed a pack, longer still since he had been by fresh water. The absence of salt in the air was a boon to him; it had soured his spirit to live by the sea. This was much more natural. Hopefully they would collect enough to bring back to the pack. He would not let them fail.

Leaving the two of them on the bank of the waterway, Njal gradually made his way a few feet apart from them. There he settled upon the bank again, and this time he set to work. With a few steps he was situated in among the water; its chill wasn't so strong, not like the water of the north, and before long he was staring intently down at the flickering movements of fish. He dove forth with his snout and snapped, trying to grab something through the splashing, foaming water. When he returned to a stationary position his face was wet and dripping, but nothing was held between his teeth. He loosed a small rumble of dissatisfaction - and turned, looking up the bank to the others.