Mudminnow River east hastings

Her sharp retort caused a flicker of panic to spark within his chest, as if her very words would summon the cult leader and the fearsome cougar, and they would tear into them both for daring to disrespect his teachings. However, this did not happen, and instead the woman strode forwards, urging him to try again, before moving to the opposing banks.

Ruvik stared back blankly back at her for a moment, before he looked to the stream. Well, he couldn't just deny her, what if she really was trying to help? The boy swallowed the lump in his throat, before he nervously skittered to the edge of the river once more. "O-okay," he breathed, looking into the waters. There were flashes of silver, still, flitting past and catching the light here and there, each and every one catching his attention, calling out.

Ruvik's eyes bounced back and forth, entranced for a minute, before he clumsily flung out a paw to swipe at no fish in particular, having cracked under the pressure of his company's harsh gaze.