Tuktu Hinterlands umzingeli

It was a sentiment in broken common tongue, but one she understood nonetheless, and she gave him a brusque nod. Yes, she said solemnly. Calm. Still. Patient. Let the fish come to you. Preeti really couldn't make it more clear than that, and she'd even given him a visual demonstration.

Silent as a shadow, she stepped back further from the edge of the water, letting the man have control. Her eyes flickered to the dead fish on the ground; her stomach rumbled, audible even over the ambient sounds around them. She was magnanimous enough to let the man eat it if he was unable to catch his own. . .

But—she really, really hoped they could both dine this day.