Gone fishin' (as if she'd bait a hook)

Ronan regarded the stranger with just about disinterest as she offered him. He wasn't about to cross the river to maul her, and she seemed to share the sentiment. Both more interested in working out the lay of the land, to suit their own purposes. Ronan had explored quite a bit since his arrival, but he still felt every bit the stranger to these parts. Even the lush, green grass that grazed his limbs as he walked beside the river bank felt foreign to him. He had his own reasons for venturing out this way, but he couldn't help but dwell on just how different it was compared to what he was used to.

Bushes and shrubbery filled up most of the free space a few paces from the riverside, but there was the occasional tree that had rooted itself into the slanting earth. Spindly branches reached over the water channel, could probably support the weight of a bird or a lemur but anything heavier would cause the wood to bow and bend, maybe even snap if put under enough pressure.