Silver Creek Finally reaching the border

Mella was about to test her own luck at catching a fish when Laika jumped in. The brown female's concentration was broken as a few droplets landed on her face. She turned to face where her friend had been, only to find her drifting down in the current. Her attention went back down to search for the flash of scales.

She was about to try again when the other spoke. Turning, she looked down at the fish laying close to her feet. Though they'd talked little from her view, she could already tell she wouldn't be able to say a word to refuse, not that she was going to anyways. Grabbing the limp fish she stepped out of the shallows and shook each foot in turn. Dropping the scaley thing in the newly growing grass she muttered "thank you" before filling her belly.