Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

Shyly, she dipped her head but nodded, hoping the pangs in her stomach didn't translate to audible grumbles. She could almost taste fish in her mouth, the light, fleshy, tangy flavor. . .

But I'm not sure how—or, I guess, I'm not very good at it, she admitted, glancing at the man, her countenance sheepish. She was loath to even step too close to the water, afraid of scaring away potential game. Took a deep breath in.

Soooo. . .how to start?

Was that a silvery shape, beneath the current? She stared hard down, looking for an opening.