Arrow Lake I know you're scared

Kodokuna beckoned her over after arranging the fish neatly on the ground, and bid her choose the one she wanted. It was obvious from the way her eyes fell on the mismatched one that she would have taken that one, but for once her moral compass pointed her in the right direction. She picked over the remaining bass with a critical eye, and found a reasonably small one.

“This one,” she said, plucking it hastily from the pile and accidentally displacing the other bass in the process. Some small part of her was grateful to be fed for free, and though she didn't outwardly say it, Ptarmigan quietly hoped that Kodokuna would see it in her choosing one of the smallest bass available.

She trotted a step or two away, then settled down to begin picking at her meal, glancing up every once in a while in the event Kodokuna wanted to speak some more.