After they finished, they set about making a fire with the lighter they had brought from the cave. The sight of fish darting through the river stirred their hunger; after days surviving on snakes, both were eager to catch a proper meal.
Zaki Lee quickly discovered that fishing was harder than he expected. The river’s fish were swift and elusive, unlike those near the cave waterfall. Minutes passed, and he hadn’t caught a single one. His frustration deepened when he noticed Easther—smaller, shorter, yet effortlessly spearing two silver fish that still writhed in her grip.
Maybe the fish she chose were slower? He moved toward them, hoping for easier prey. Nothing. Not a single catch.
A small splash from a fish tail drew his gaze. Easther glanced back at him briefly, expression unreadable,
