Arrow Lake If mine could be the name

Andalusia may have seen her, but Vienna had no clue that another approached, she was so engrossed with watching the shadows play across the lake's surface and through its depths. She watched intently for a telltale ripple, or a characteristic shadow, to pass by. It was a game of patience, and a distraction could lose her a rare chance, for fish didn't pass by often some days.

As it would happen, today timing favored her. She caught the glint of scales within the murky depths, and as her eyes trailed the shimmering shadow, it drifted directly towards her. Anticipation rose within her as it came closer, and she was carefully still, tracking it as she silently watched the distance between them close.

After what seemed an hour, but was likely a minute, the moment came. She lunged, jaws violently breaking the surface to close around the slippery creature. Rather than latch on, which would earn her a good fin to the lip, she flipped it into shore, then turned to follow... Only to stop short when she saw Andalusia. Distracted, recognition was slow, and she paused in confusion, fish momentarily forgotten.