Whitefish River but then the fish gets caught

Turquoise strode along the riverside, basking in the sunlight and drinking in great lungfuls of the crisp September air. I love fall mornings, she thought, unaware that summer would cling to the lands for a few more weeks before fall officially arrived. I can't wait for winter, though! Turq loved the cold, the quiet and the snow. She didn't like the lack of food that often came hand-in-hand with the coldest season of the year, but, well...

A splash upstream caught her wandering attention and her sharp eyes focused on a figure crouched on the shore, a fish evidently wiggling in its jaws. Even from here, Turquoise could see the sun glinting off its wet, shiny scales. She licked her lips, then froze suddenly when she noticed the stripe of black fur on the other wolf's back, which was turned slightly toward her. Turq swallowed, her feet becoming motionless. She stood and stared for several seconds.

"SPINE?!" she then bellowed abruptly, shattering the morning stillness. Even as the word left her mouth, she began to gallop toward her sister. Well, she certainly hoped it was actually Muirrin, else Turquoise was about to splatter a perfect stranger on the riverbank.