Qeya River diver

Though he still hated the River, he tried to take his father's advice. In the mornings he found his way to the shallow banks and set himself to the task of learning how to fish. Not only would he be able to provide for his parents and sister, but he would learn how to take care of himself enough that when he did go back, no one would argue he wasn't strong enough or big enough or ready enough to go.

So far, though, his efforts had been less than stellar, and he surfaced from the water with a gasp. Droplets flew about him and the fish sped away, silvered fins glinting in the soft glow of dawn. Shoot! Darrow plunged forward with a clap of his paws, but he hit empty water and slick river rock. 

He stumbled, and fell headlong into the shallow bank.

@Sparrow ! :D