Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

At last, the scarlet creature entered the water with him so he was not left alone splashing about. She seemed pensive, at first, saying nothing to him and looking at the water, gathering strategy. Taikon, on the other hand, thrashed about semi-frequently, flopping his head into the water and struggling to do much of any fish catching on account of his nose being overrun with water every time. He didn't realize that he could simply breath out through his nose to prevent this; that was a learning experience that he just wasn't advanced enough to grasp.
When they did at last catch something, it was Sorscha, not Taikon the hunter, that chanced a win. However, it was quickly apparent that the trout had not died from the bite — the prince had assumed that this would just happen immediately for no reason. It flailed about and smacked the poor woman in the face repeatedly. Taikon sloppily splashed his way toward her, unsure what to do. All he could think was to grip the struggling fish on whatever part he could reach, which happened to be the tail. They stood there very awkwardly as the fish still tried to wiggle with two wolves smashing their teeth down on it. His mouth was mere inches from the new woman's, which gave him a strange and exhilerating thrill.
Finally, the fish calmed and fell silent, wiggling once after a moment and then no more. Taikon let go. Wow, he said. I did not expect that. He meant..well any of it. He didn't expect her to catch anything, and he didn't expect the events that just happened. But you got it!