Redhawk Caldera The Mountain

"Of course not," Dwin smiled at Maia, who had startled her a little, because she had not heard her coming. Even though there was enough space on the ledge for both of them, she moved to the side to give her mom just as a good viewpoint over the lake. "Waking the fish up," she explained and sent another rock flying down in the water and then offered Maia to do the same. "Last week there was still ice and I found some dead fish lying on the shores elsewhere," she told. "None of the big guys, though - I hope they pulled through," she told. 

For a moment there Dwin thought she saw movement in the water, her body tensed, ears perked up and her gaze followed the underwater shadow intently. But then it was gone and she was left wondering, if she had simply imagined seeing it. It could happen, if you wished too hard for something. "How's..." dad doing? Dwin paused and decided to ask something else. "How are you doing?" because from her point of view Maia was so invested in caring for her aging spouse and tending for needs of others that it could may as well be that no one had asked this to her in a very long time.