Haunted Wood morning glory

ouch! double vision held his abilities, forcing him to pull back from the water with a sore nose and without his next meal. famine might have thrown a tantrum, had the voice of an adult not been heard. he turned to look at the masked woman, studying her face for a moment before answering. el puto pez.., famine began. 

he drew in a deep breath before continuing: i can't catch the fish. what was wrong with him? he'd watched enough adults do this to know how, but for some reason, it wasn't working. then, famine realized that the woman was asking about his injuries and what had caused them. well: creo que, it was some cat.