Cedar Sweep ursine

Bronco's logic wasn't too terribly flawed- and the little minnows that swam about his feet- moving away in a group whenever he moved, were a sign that fish did dwell in those waters- but as shallow as it was around his ankles and knees, the likelihood of catching an adult fish was very slim. Still, his bravado didn't fail, nor did his conviction, and he was pleased that Mo took an interest in his sightings. He became distracted by them, swimming this way and that like little silvery wishes and did not look far enough out to see a much larger, darker form in the water until Mo pointed it out. He flicked his ears forward in surprise and looked around. It took a few moments for him to even see the fish beneath the water's surface, as it blended in well with its environment. The boy was shocked; Mo was right. That was an actual fish. 

He nodded slowly and carefully, not wanting any grandiose movements to frighten the fish away. His heart began to beat rapidly, now that there was an actual chance they could catch a fish. He wanted to impress Mo, but now he began to doubt himself, given that he hadn't actually expected to see an adult fish at all. "Stay very still," He spoke slowly and quietly through closed teeth, partially murmuring as he didn't even want to move his lips. "Only pounce if it comes close enough." His voice was barely a hum, and his words even more muffled by his half-closed lips, but he hoped she would get the message, and even hoped that the fish would choose to swim in her direction- so that he wouldn't necessarily have to put his own pouncing abilities to the test.