Totoka River the sky and the sand and the sea

Corvo watched as his companion looped back round to join him. As Skífa came nearer and began to speak, Corvo listened, but he didn't appear to put much thought into the words. He was unconvinced, as he'd never seen or heard of such a thing. Ever the realist, Corvo scoffed, replying curtly, "I doubt Water Fathers have killed as much as hunger. That's the real threat."

He pushed on, stepping closer to the water's edge to survey the scene. The river didn't appear to be too deep here, and although it was cold as ice, both the males sported a thick outer layer of pelt grown in just in time for the winter season. Besides, like he'd said before, Corvo was warier of starvation than he was of pretty much anything else. So, gesturing with his muzzle, he answered Skífa after some thought. 

"Maybe one of us could position ourselves on those rocks there," he paused to be sure Skífa saw the outcropping off in the water that he'd noticed. The rocks created a sort of half moon shape, just large enough to possibly trap a fish if forced downstream. "The other can herd a fish or two back toward there. What do you think?" He looked toward Skífa, wondering if he had any other ideas that might get them out of the water faster and feasting on plump fish for dinner.