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

He'd noticed that the purple lady had moved on, thought it would have been more of note if she hadn't. And it was a good thing he hadn't attempted to cross the water as the dark shape of a large fish swam past. Long and angular at the front, sort of spotty like a lizard? He couldn't put a name to it, but once it decided to move it moved fast, a flick of its tail a slight splash and it was gone, further downstream and between the long underwater grass. Not that it would have killed him or anything, but for the most part Ronan wasn't looking to antagonise the wildlife. Aquatic or otherwise.

He moved on, brief spitted drops of water landed upon his pelt. It was warm down south, the air a little too humid for his liking, he imagined the rain water would be warm too. Probably didn't snow much in these parts, if at all, maybe once or twice a generation.