Ravensblood Forest River Fishing

His mother had much to say on fishing, and Vale listened hungrily, intent. He knew at once that she was a good teacher, if a bit more cautious. Either way, he wouldn't question it. When she told him to move to the river, he did so, and he watched Violante take up her fishing pose again. Vale turned gray-blue eyes to the water.

Very small fish moved about, but they were fast, and surely too hard to catch — that was without saying how little meat they'd provide. It wouldn't even be worth it. He thought he saw one large, slow-moving fish downstream, and he eyed it, then his mother, questioningly. Would this be their lunch?