Whitefish River but oh dear, we've got to stay

she's beginning to get to know the river and its banks as intimately as she knew the sea and shores back at Undersea, and later the pond at Deer Rock. she knows where to look for the funny little mushrooms, where the fish seem most plentiful, and where the land mammals come to drink. most of her free time is spent lying still at the river's edge, watching with rapt fascination the life all around. when something especially tempting comes around, she might be inclined to make a hunt out of it, but more now she's content watching a pair of dragonflies that dance tightly around each other, one vivid red and the other faded green.