Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

the red woman was too frustrated by her failed attempts along the creekside, and while she usually would have been quite persistent in her attempts, the cold was too much for her. she sank to her belly in a patch of blunted grass and coiled in to a bundle, hoping that with rest and time she would warm up; her head remained up and alert though, making her look like some kind of crimson'd loaf of bread, and she watched the stranger pick at her meal. perhaps it was only fair that they each find one thing of value -- she the rodent, and the stranger the fish.