Blacktail Deer Plateau now that the evening is slowing

a flash of movement, and then a fish flies past her. the girl gasps, wanting to know just how she'd just done that, but far too nervous of the ice to ask for a demonstration. "yes, I—thank you!" she calls, tail wagging as her fear gradually ebbs. 

she steps back, making for the fish she'd thrown back. "that-that was so cool," she admits, pulling the fish toward her. pausing, wanting to make sure, she peers back over her shoulder. "can I eat it?"