Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

As Sorscha moved to the bank and exclaimed her surprise and effort, Taikon laughed. He stayed in the water. Why don't you go ahead and eat that; I'll keep trying. With that, he waded back toward the middle of the stream.
Catching these things was difficult indeed. Whenever he felt one slip by his paws, he tried to snap at it, but he was never quite fast enough. He had seen bears stand at the edge of waterfalls and snap up salmon just by holding their mouths open, and they made it look fantastically easy. Two, three, four fish floundered past him as he splashed about in the creek, shouting curses every time he missed. He looked ridiculous.
He heaved out an annoyed sigh, standing still in the water. He felt the current winding through his legs. His paw pads were touching slimy river rocks. He concentrated.
Before he could think, the prince had shut his teeth down hard on a trout of reasonable size. He pulled it up, and just like Sorscha the thing was flopping about against his face very unpleasantly. He growled and shook it, but that didn't seem to quell its thirst to escape. He moved toward the bank, biting down harder and harder all the way so the animal wouldn't be released. He was very lucky not to drop it.
Finally, he put it between his paws and yelled, Hah!! It flopped out of his paws. Shit, he grabbed at it just in time as it made a flop toward the creek, catching the tail in his teeth once more. He put his paw over it and pulled. These things just didn't want to die. He looked at Sorscha with the flopping fish in his mouth, looking quite foolish.