Qeya River subsistence

The salmon retreated, circling helplessly as the water tinted red from its torn scales and flesh, it was too injured to take the fast paths, but it would not jump by the pup again. Angler watched as it began to charge forward, now moving to Angler's side.

"You did great, you were in the right spot, but your problem... is you need to go..." Angler trailed off, the fish was right there and he would catch it.

The giant salmon lept forth again, it would arch right next to Angler's shoulder, so he thrust his head forward well before that, and the upward momentum of the fish snagged it in between his waiting jaw, and he crunched down hard. The catch struggled in his grasp, heavy in his mouth and weighing and throwing his head around. Angler took the fish and smacked it's head hard into the rock below him, and with a few wacks it stopped.

He turned and held the fish out to the pup.

"Oo gneed kuh guh koo eh" He spoke through the catch. Realizing he was incomprehensible, he put it between the wolves feet and spoke again.

"You need to go to it, the fish has to jump into your mouth with all it's force, do not let it come to you, or else it will loose that ensnaring force behind itself."