Whitefish River Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

As Howl spoke, Hiero waded back into the water to watch as the fish continued to swim by. His ears flipped so he may listen while his eyes wandered the shallow waters in hope of finding something worthy. I'm certain Ira and Evergreen would be pleased to hear that. Knowing that it was they who had worked the hardest in creating and keeping life within it.

Something brushed past his leg and one again he swiftly scooped it up - small, again. Small enough that he almost swallowed it whole! Spitting the fish back up, allowing it to swim away - it would only be boney and unpleasant to eat anyway so Hiero didn't feel letting that one go would do any harm.

Do you mind me asking what you excel at?