The Sentinels if you are so very mighty

she was patient, but her hunger was audible, and lasher cocked a curious ear toward her before he moved forward. "allow me," he murmured, pressing his lips against her cheek. the waters were indeed icy -- the muscles of his jaws clenched briefly, involuntarily, before he was able to calm himself and fall to the business of hunting fish for his beloved mate.

his first and second strike went empty, and then he was forced to leap from the waters to prance on chilled paws, moving the blood more quickly from its slowed circulation. giving her a wry grin, the druid reentered the creek and was this time able to snatch a fish from its cold surface.