Lost Creek Hollow rowing

"those are fish," his mother answered, her voice scarcely above a whisper as she contemplated whether or not she could get close enough for a strike. motioning ashlar back somewhat, indicating that he should stay silent, mona crept deeper into the shallows, willing her shadow not to fall across the water and startle the trout.
tensing, the firebrand allowed herself a brief intake of breath before she lunged, submerging her head swiftly beneath the water and snapping at the nearest fish. she reemerged with the smallest of the shoal, and it gave her a great fight, lashing at mona's face and ears with its wildly churning body as she dragged it to the bank.
there the woman flung it twice against the hard rocks and bit its spine, panting somewhat as the poor creature's maw gaped for breath. looking to ashlar now, she gave a wide grin. "and you can eat fish."