Whitefish River hey there, lets get away

If he could clap, he would. For the dive he just witnessed is excellent. Mismatched green eyes are wide with awe and a grin stretches across his dark brown muzzle. Eve wags his tail. It has been awhile since he seen another so well attuned to the river.

“Nice catch,” he calls over to her, sitting upon the opposite edge of the bank from which she started. He had just been emerging from the undergrowth when she made her move, expertly capturing her target.