Mudminnow River east hastings

Slowly, he moved along the frosted edge of the river, nose to the ground, eyes feverishly searching the bubbling waters. Flashes of silver indicated fish still lived within the stream, but they moved by so fast by the time Ruvik spotted one it had flit away just as quickly. Yet he persisted, certain that if he waited long enough, his efforts would not be in vain. Patience, @Augustus had told him, was a virtue.

So he waited it out, his pacing becoming increasingly erratic as more and more fish slipped from his sight, until a large, slow moving shadow beneath the other slivers of light caught his attention. He paused, ears falling forward as he watched it intensely, waiting for the best moment to strike. Patience was always rewarded.