Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

Hm, he voiced. 

I am no fisher, myself. But we shall see if we can catch you something. Tenebris breathed a plume into the frigid winter air. It rose over his head and faded away. If he could not catch a fish for the child, he would venture into the woods to search for prey that ran. It was an easy fix. 

The knight searched the water for a flash of glistening fin. The gold of his gaze followed the current as it swept to the sea. How did bears catch so many fish? Surely not standing beside the water in wait, he thought. 

Tenebris caught a glimmer and snapped into the river. The rush of cold filled his nostrils and he pulled back with nothing clasped in his teeth. A frown made it’s way to his wet features.