Totoka River dancing with the waves

The stranger breaks the silence and at his words the dark-eyed fawn hesitates, flicking her whiskers in consideration.  He had beckoned her towards him, tempting her with the offer of food.  But he had seemed to be doing well on his own, catching his own share of fish.. why would he be lying to her?  Perhaps she was being too cautious.

Raising her nose to the air, she whiffed tentatively; he did not smell of anyone she knew, enemy or friend.  She made her way over to where the man had indicated, moving cautiously before continuing to make a fool of herself in front of him.  Growing up in the valleys she was used to rabbits and ungulates — fishing was an entirely different rodeo.  The water they lived in clogged her nares and impaired her vision.  The willowy fawn huffed in frustration before pushing her face underwater once more, finally grasping a wriggling fish.

Boy, they were stronger than she expected!  But she held tight, carrying it triumphantly to land before devouring her kill in the blink of an eye.  Once her stomach was full she thought to acknowledge the stranger. Thank you very much for the advice, it is appreciated.  I come from a land where we do not have these creatures, catching them is different than hunting rabbit or deer.