Big Salmon Lake our only light in paradise

Patience was the key, the key to everything she knew. Whether it came to pass with the chilled water that fell from the heavens to the task she had at hand, chocolate milk color eyes focused on the slowly approaching creatures. They first had to get use to her fur covered legs entering their environment, the seemed immune to the oddities in this new world. These marine creatures were use to the liquid that would speed up in areas that it collided with a stream, seemingly unaffected by the shift in water when she placed only her front paws in the vast water. The child had to refrain from shivering, any sudden movement would scare them away.

Their scales tickled along their newly acquainted pillars, their movements no longer expressed caution. Now was her time, her eyes on the larger silver devil that was positioned just to the left of her front paw. Pain staking slow movements caused her jaws to hover just a millimeter above the moving liquid, the fish oblivious to her actions. Again she looked at the large creature; he was well within his prime. A pick for any female fish to be proud of mating with but this year he would be unavailable, he would no longer know the joy of passing on his legacy.

Swift action came as her fangs entered the falls before any of the other fish could register what was going on, digging into the slimy flesh of her prize. To add to the affect of her catching the one she had spied just an hour ago her paws lifted out of the water to land back on solid, not shifting ground. The bull of a marine creature thrashing in her jaws, tearing his wounds oven further but in an effort to escape. Taking a few more steps back from the water the child slowly placed the fish on the damp patch of grass before closing her teeth along the gasping fish’s head, biting down swiftly to end his life without further agony. Shaking her body the spice colored girl rid an abundance of liquid from her coat, shivering at the unkind nip of the gentle breeze. It was only then she remembered the strange arch she passed to get here, she would have to back there.

Growling, her stomach reminded her the reason she stood in such frigid moving waters for so long. With a hardy thud on the damp ground she landed on the growling part of her to dig into her prize, the salty flesh something she savored. The taste she enjoyed, though only reminded her of the day she was taught how to hunt in such a unique way for her small stature but then again it was because of this technique that she was still alive.