Watching Ormr fish was interesting. He waded out into the water and stood waiting, moving only slightly as the fish came into his view. But when he speared it, he moved fast, almost faster than I could see with my bare eyes. He looked over at me with a smile on his face as he held up the spear and the fish. The fish was still flipping as it tried to free itself. My stomach growled just then, and I couldn’t help but feel excited. Tonight we will eat!
He wanted to get a few more, so he started to make a pile of fish next to me as I sat watching him, trying to carefully separate each page of my sketchbook. The pages had mostly dried, but they were sticking together, some of my drawings were lost forever.
By the time we made our way back to camp, night had already set in. I set down the fur
