Whitefish River up the river

Her hearing was the opposite of weak, and she continued to listen to their conversation as she stared into the water. Luckily she was, for it wasn't long before her face burned beneath her fur and her brow furrowed in perplexed sheepishness. She suddenly found it very easy to be completely engaged in fishing, and on her second plunge into the river, came up with a streamlined, silver form between her jaws. As always, she was impressed with its muscular body, and its intent writhing, and was quick to twist her muzzle and end it in a single, graceful move. Pushing away the heat on her face, she padded back to the two, presenting the fish to Adi, gaze meeting his a moment before she stepped back and sat. She surveyed him once more, adding thoughtfully "The sea sounds like a bitch." She had almost journeyed there, once; but she and Aoife had never made it there. She could imagine it from her old friend's description well enough, but she had never told Dawn about this side of the sea.