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Poised; vigilant.

Perched at the fringes of a meandering stream, the sea nymph did loiter - meticulously balanced, pelagic gaze locked with fastidious care onto a target below the surface. Frigid ripples undulated in their ribbons, trickling between crevices in pebbles and rocks, and the wind had stilled for a paradisiacal handful of minutes - the minutes in which her chance would be snatched.

One, she counted, ticking the seconds as a clock might.
Two, position adjusted, lithe figurine coiled like a spring.
Three--

Unravelled; a paw dived below the outward veneer of liquid, and as it drew back toward her chest, a miniscule captive was speared and then flung back, back away from the water and upon patches of snow-kissed grass behind. Bounding came Faeryn, prancing as a doe might toward her quarry with a conquering quirk of frosted maw, silvery song poured forth from blackened lips to bathe in her victory.

A success, and one she'd not take for granted, considering the winter's chill.
Uriel ventured further away from her claim with passing days, avoiding closing herself away from society. She knew there was a limit to how much dedication to be; to the point it really did become her personality.. So while the mornings were spent of marking, the afternoon was spent outside, and then night would be back home, filling her lonesome cache.

Across she came, the sound of a splashing ripple. Passing the stream, a silver gaze looked back, seeing a gray beauty successfully fishing in the river. The lioness wasn't much of a fisher, and amazed to the other. She spoke out, "Impressive."