He was whispering quietly to the fishes as he removed a small damn that was blocking some of the late migrators from continuing down the stream to somewhere warmer. In all honesty, Pyre was not even sure if fish migrated, but he didn't want them to be trapped by a wall they didn't put there. Pyre slowly hefted each rock and placed it by the shore. He felt like he was doing good, letting the small fish slip down the small stream to deeper water, where it would be safer for them and they could migrate if that is what they did.
After the last of the fish had made it out of the damn Pyre dried off his feet with a towel. "Move on my little friends, enjoy your happiness, be free." He said. Part of Pyre wished that there was no one walking in the trees, because talking to fish certainly made him sound crazy.
Orchidia was chilly today, soon everything was going to freeze over and this stream would be a tiny ice-rink. More snow would fall and there would be a white blanket on everything. People would wander around in thick fur coats and warm hats. The trees would gain their icicle leaves and anything that wasn't covered in the white blanket would be covered in an icy one. Winter was at the door.