Totoka River the sky and the sand and the sea

The plan seemed to suit Skífa, as he agreed without much hesitation. It appeared he was just as eager as Corvo for a meal of fish today. Nodding, he watched the other male pad downstream, turning away after a few seconds to judge how far Skífa intended to go. With the plan set into motion, Corvo made to do his part, moving as close as he could to the rocky outcropping from the adjacent bank. Then, with an inhale of breath to steady himself, he rushed in.  

The cold was just as he'd expected it, sharp and unrelenting, cutting through the top layer of his black fur swiftly. He was thankful for his winter coat. Without it, Corvo feared the cold would be his death. Thankfully, the river did not reach over his head, so he didn't have to fully submerge himself, but the rush of water reached up high onto the barrel of his body and he had to crane his neck so that it didn't flood his nostrils. 

He emerged dripping onto the outcropping, carefully placing each paw as his weight threatened his hold. When he'd found what he felt to be a secure spot, his eyes raised to find Skífa, who had found his preferred hunting spot downriver. He gave a nod. He was ready.