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It was his first time in many season that he had resorted to fishing, and perhaps the first time all year he had fished in this body of water. Her question brought a rise to his brow.

We will have to see. Kigipigak said, and observed the flow from solid ground. He did not speak for some minutes.

Very little happened then. The water flowed where the ice did not cover it, meanwhile where the ice was thick it sort-of groaned and creaked. The clouds shifted overhead; not even a bird called.

Far from shore something did move against the current — and that earned a glance from Kigipigak, but he then sighed, recognizing the slippery shape of a river otter playing so far out that neither wolf could reach.

I do not think there will be any fishing today. Being patient and quiet usually helps, but when those tricksters are around, the fish become extra wary.