Mudminnow River flowing fluid and wild

so sorry for not responding to this before my vacation! should be speedier here on out.

Shadows lent the aquatic creatures the perfect camouflage, their dull coloration blending with the river's bed. It was easier to spot them when they were active, for the scales would flicker in the sunlight— but in the morning, in the cold, they hung limp and still in the water. Harder to spot, but nearly effortless to catch.

Her ears twitched at the sound of another creature in her midst, but her gaze did not tear from the water; perhaps it was merely a passerby, and it wasn't yet of a near enough distance to cause concern. But with the soft chuff, Tail's head lifted and she faced the wolf that hailed her.

He didn't seem threatening, and when he spoke it was of a neutral tone. She shook her head, "It's too cold to swim. I'm looking for some breakfast— you hungry?" Tail attempted to nonchalantly take in his scent, and glean what information she could from it, as she spoke. He was definitely a pack wolf, for others were intermingled in his fur, but she couldn't tell much else with certainty.