Stone Circle a rosebush said: these frosts are wearisome

she failed, rest in peace

She nods quickly at her mother's words, trying to focus on the advice — hunter mode, hunter mode. She doesn't really know what hunter mode is supposed to feel like, but she tries to still her tail, thinking maybe being perfectly still might activate hunter mode. Once she's still enough, she waits. And waits. And waits.
And waits.
Until finally she sees a flash of silver, and the breath hitches in her throat. It takes all of her effort to keep her tail still, but somehow, she manages it. But it doesn't occur to her that there might be some technique to this — she's in hunter mode now, right? So it'll work. She lunges toward one of the few silver flashes without even waiting for her mother to say anything else, snapping her teeth into the water. The only thing she accomplishes is introducing a generous helping of water to her nostrils, and scaring all the fish away once again.
Immediately she starts to cough and sneeze uncontrollably, nose burning, but it doesn't last long. More lasting is the blow to her pride. She sniffles slightly as she recovers from the embarrassing failure, ears flattened. I don't think I'm very good at fishing, She mumbles, staring straight into the water and thinking if only she'd done better at getting into hunter mode, she wouldn't have failed.