Qeya River subsistence

Veteran leaned in as Angler's instruction trailed off, waiting with baited breath for his advice. But the fisher was focused on the salmon once more. All Veteran could to was watch and wait. 

The fish jumped again, and the fisher was ready. Veteran yelped with excitement as his companion's jaws found the fish easily. With a few good whacks of the fish against the rock, the fight was over. Veteran wagged his tail as the fish was placed at his feet. 

"Oh," Veteran emitted, realizing his mistake after it was explained. He'd been too hesitant, waiting for the fish to jump towards him instead of reaching out to meet it. That was why he'd gotten smacked in the face. 

"I want to tell my parents about you," he said, "..And about roe." Of course. "What's your name? I'm Veteran Duskfire. My mom's the alpha of Duskfire Glacier." He swung his nose up to point toward the glacier, which was just visible on the horizon, peeking out from behind the edge of Frostfire Ridge.