Only dead fish follow the stream

A noise erupted from his lungs that was somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Álarr ran as Afi chased him, the little cat infuriated with the pups inability to stay still. What could he say? He was restless. He wanted to see what there was to see and to fish in every body of water on the island. He'd been following a creek all the way out towards the ocean and when he saw hints of fish life he dove in trying to pull something out.

As he emerged he noticed his pale raven, Brynhildr, was looking over at a woman who was fishing in the ocean! Oh that looked cool! He bounded over to her. "Hey there! How goes sea fishing?" Afi pulled up behind him in short order. "Don't even think about it, you're too small. You'll be swept out to sea!"