Qeya River i carefully did stray

a soft chuckle rumbles in kivaluk's throat as she launches herself into the ice capped water; and though it is instinct to want to cringe away from the icy splashes that rise from the collision of her body into the water, he resists. better to get himself acclimated to it for soon it would be his turn in it's shallows.

she exits the river without a fish and he slips into the water; favoring her method of getting it over with in one fell swoop but without the disturbance.

still, the bite of the icy water steals his breath from him for a moment. he stills in the water: to let his body adjust and to ease the spooked nature of the fish.

a shadow swims by, away and then near again. he lunges for it, teeth snapping 'round icy water. a low grunt of disappointment leaves him as he trudges back to her with no fish, either.