The Sentinels barren summits

it takes kjalarr a while to decipher the stranger's words, thick and heavy with his accent. i wasn't hunting, kjalarr corrects softly. i keep a close eye on the herd that calls this place home, kjalarr explains. my clan lives in the bay neighboring it. he makes a small motioning gesture with his muzzle in stavanger bay's direction.

i am fine, thank you. kjalarr replies, having trouble deciphering the very last sentance: catching only the word 'fish'.