Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

The other female displayed no outward signs of aggression, or even fear, as she approached. That put Israel at ease, and she settled down upon her spindly haunches to talk, her own expression much more relaxed. 

"Yes," she answered. "Although..." Blue eyes cast into the water and then returned to the green pair before her. "I am not much of a fisher," she said with a laugh. Her parents had taken herself and her sisters on fishing ventures as children, but none of the three girls had ever paid close attention. "I don't even really like fish." There was a note of regret in her voice, as though she were ashamed of this. She wished there were more options, or that even if there weren't,  that she could more readily accept what was available to her.

"But beggars can't be choosers, I suppose. I'm Israel."