Silver Creek Part Three: Fish Breath

Soft, scaly flesh met the yearlings paw on the next strike, and Grace hooked her nails around the fish in order to yank it out of the stream -- the fish went flying and, in the surprise of hearing her name, launched far further than she'd wanted it to. It flopped its way in search of water, but only served to slip closer to Casmir and the little boy who was staring her down. The russet girl hadn't heard the singsong voice of a child in months let alone having heard this one approach, and she found herself embarrassed at the lack of attention. Her ears fell, head dipping lower in defferance to the Beta male on his borders -- she didn't dare go for the flopping, suffocating fish that gasped for water either, having deemed it too close to Silver Creek to consiter edible -- Cas could share it with the pup, Cortland could chase it, or it could find it's way back into a stream -- if it didn't suffocate first -- for all she cared, but it wasn't hers now. 

                  "H-h-hello...."

She was not so skittish as to think this little boy would harm her -- even if he could, honestly -- but under the gaze of whom she assumed his father, she wouldn't dare make a wrong move towards the Mayfairs' vicinity, not until she was specifically called. There was a sharp surprise written all over her inky maw, however: Casmir had a son? With who? The young boy's mother had to be here, but not in a million years could Grace imagine who his mate could be.