Qeya River subsistence

Angler nodded, he felt a swell of pride at being able to teach a pup how to see the water and it's contents. The wolf got up and walked along some slippery rocks, feet familiar with such a surface. He came to stand where the rocks and earth bent and curved such a way that a split occurred, fast and rapid water hiding a slower spot. Many fish gathered here, bottle necking into the area.

"Look at how to earth below the surface drops right here and here, the water wants to get here faster because there's more room, so it speeds up. This section of the bed is flat, so the water moves away from it rather than to it. This spot will have many fish come through to get up stream, but if you look down stream-"

Angler gestured his head forward with a nod. There were salmon slowing down, hugging the gravel and rocks, and darting off, leaving fat clumps of eggs.

"You'll see the salmon take advantage of this fact, they will stop and rest, and as they rest they leave behind roe. Just remember where it is if a male mates and covers it, than you can swim out or walk over and get yourself some roe."