Whitefish River a great place when hungry

The wraith watched from the cover of the trees as the orange female approached the river. She had been shadowing the girl for an hour or so, hoping that she would catch something that she could promptly steal. But no luck so far- until now. Aeronwyn watched through narrowed eyes as the female snapped at the river-and came up with a silver-scaled fish. The expression on Aeronwyn's face flickered briefly as an idea began to take rook in her head. As the female bent to feast on her catch, Aeronwyn stepped forward. Clearing the space between them, she halted a meter from the female. Her stance gave no hint of her intention, she stood still for a moment, then, dipped her head. "Greetings, Ma'dam. You have great skill in hunting."

A little flattery couldn't hurt. She forced a small smile onto her muzzle, glancing at the fish briefly. "What might your name be, ma'dam?" The words fall from her muzzle, smooth and in a slight accent. She sat, non-threateningly, and waited for the female to speak.