Whitefish River Unvsiyv

The lack of response left her feeling deflated. Did he not want her company and was only placating her? Poor, foreign woman. Or, perhaps, did she say the wrong thing? It was not out of character for her to speak plainly, as it was customary among her village to speak truth and only that. 

But—she was no longer home and the people here were different.

She perked at his suggestion, polite as it was—even though he did skirt around her words—and a nod was sent his way in agreement. “Yes, he can do this for us.” The bird had been staring at the two as they interacted, his golden eyes finding hers when she turned to him, his head cocked, awaiting instruction.

“Tawodi, ayasdi. Find a path and we will go.” He took off and she watched him ascend, his wing beats like music to her ears. 

Her eyes did not leave the bird as she spoke. “He will call for us.” She gestured at the water, finally looking to the male once more. “While we wait, we could enjoy the waters. Maybe a little competition to pass the time? Which one of us can catch the largest fish, hmm?” She raised her eyebrows in question, a play bow and a fervent tail wag as her excitement for the game grew. He did not have to play, of course, for she would still enjoy the waters and fish on her own, but it was always more fun with others.