Totoka River the sky and the sand and the sea

Skífa - here we are!

They'd headed through the fog, away from those strange, grave-like hills until they reached the coast. There, for the first time in his life, Corvo saw the sea. The taste of salt was heavy on his tongue. In the air, gulls cried out to them from time to time, reminding Corvo of how far from home he'd really traveled. Conversation was sparse between Skífa and him, at the fault of Corvo, not that he minded. He had never been one for much conversation. Honestly, Skífa's sense of humor reminded Corvo unpleasantly of his brother, but he forced the thought to the back of his mind and chose to ignore it. 

With their pawprints leaving a trail in the snow and the ocean to their right, they headed onward until they reached a river. The fresh water was a welcome sight. Corvo knelt down to drink his fill and then raised to survey the landscape again. Noticing the fish beneath the surface, despite the cold, he glanced at Skífa. 

"We could try for some fish, if you're willing to brave the cold waters?"