Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

She dropped the fish at his promise. Oh, Blueberry said, frowning a little. But I don't want you to go without. . . Well, then, she'd have to do it. She thought he was probably a stubborn man of his word.

Sighing, she drew closer to the water again. Watching the fish. There was more pressure on her this time; if she didn't catch a fish, he'd not eat. And she liked him—he was a good teacher.

Watching the gleaming, fleeting figures. . .

Splash. Cold. Splash. 

Empty-jawed.

I'm sorry, she said, teeth chattering. Here— She began to wrench the fish in two with trembling jaws, working at the slick flesh, its delicate spine. We'll hhsplihht ihht.