far from perfect

She was the fish that swallowed the hook. She was eager. She even shared with him the location of a carcass down the river, which he cataloged for later reference. "Come along," he cooed as he nimbly hopped down from the rock, on the opposite side she had placed her paws on. He lead and she followed, and not far down stream he pointed to a another plant. This one had an umbrella of white flowers. "This one helps you sleep," he glanced over his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. He waited then, to see if she would collect it.