Cedar Sweep ursine

he echoes it back to her, and for a moment she thinks it must surely sound stupid; it's the first time she'd thought of shortening her name that way. but when he calls it cool, she grins, thrilled, and responds with an "ok!" she's saved herself from falling of her wave of coolness by asking if he really means it, but the enthusiastic agreement threatens to topple her anyways.

but fish; that's what there doing, and that's where she'll direct her focus. when he flags a certain part of the stream, she echoes his actions, wading in with the utmost care as her eyes follow the minnows. "they're tiny." she wonders aloud, wondering how many of the babies she'd have to eat to feel full. she makes an effort to pick out the other things that mark the stream as different from their first place. tiny plants, deep nooks; she didn't know all that much about the habits of fish, but was eager to learn, should they prove to be another food source. a shadow, larger and slow than the minnows, passes just out of reach. she gasps, but remains shock still, as she whispers to the boy, "is that an adult?"