Silver Creek At the edge of where I begin

Natashe had heard her sister's fall into the water, and she turned toward the spot with wide eyes, quite comical as her jaws were fillwed with the flopping body of another fish.  Clamping down so the squirming prey wouldn't escape, she watched as Amber left the water and shook her pelt. Meeting Amber's eyes she wagged her tail and bounded out of the water, each bouncy step splashing water up onto her pelt, and the ground. She scrambled onto the dry ground, and set the now dead fish next to the other one, taking a deep breath to rid herself of the fishy scent. "Qui a été amusant droit?" she asked, panting slightly from excitement and effort.