Totoka River black bear

He saw slivers of silver bodies shifting through the water, watching them as a bear might take aim and wait to lunge. While a bear might use its massive paws to scoop the fish up and out, or straight to its mouth, Kilgitsuk was neither as large nor as well choreographed; but he could fish, in his own way. His method was pretty standard: he waited until the largest fish was swimming close, poised with his head inches from the surface and as intensely focused as one might expect - then a lunge! A snap! Splashes of clear water turned pink with diluted blood.

And as he came away from the water, his face too was smeared with red. The fish was alive and struggling; it bat the air with its tail, and Kilgitsuk withdrew from his fishing spot to wait for the inevitable death of the target. At this point he heard the chuff of a stranger - and looked around, holding the fish, feeling its wet slapping tail and the tempo as it decreased.

He smiled around the fat thing in his mouth and as the life ebbed fully out of it, he dropped the fish and licked the slime from his lips. I greet you! Are you here for a meal? His voice was a heavy timbre, and likely scared the smaller fish away.