Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

Moving into the flattened space Bjorn made, Vale lowered herself down onto her belly. A brisk shiver racing down her spine as some of the ice water splashed onto her face. Wiping a paw over her muzzle her eyes focused on the hole.

Patience, huh? Vale was capable of waiting for a lot of things in life. She even found it easier, most days.

This wasn't one of them.

She pulled her paws under her body and stretched out her chin across the ground. Staring at the water as though a fish would manifest if she looked hard enough.

What do you look for to know if a fish is there?