Qeya River subsistence

Veteran listened intently. The fisher began describing the life-cycle of the fish, although when he got to the part about their contribution to the wider ecosystem, he cut himself off. Veteran very nearly protested, begging him to continue, but the man had already begun speaking again. The boy continued to listen in fascination. 

Veteran nodded at the stranger's suggestion that his pack feed on the roe. They had the harvest feast coming up soon-- well, assuming it was still happening, given his dad's condition-- and the roe would probably make a good addition. 

"Can you show me?" Veteran begged, sweeping his gaze out over the river. Where were the "lull" spots? If he stood in one, would he be able to find a hugeling? He was dying to go look, but he wasn't supposed to go into the river without an adult. At four months of age he was still fairly small, and a quick swell in the river could easily sweep him away.