Whitefish River You Look Like A Nice Person

Bouncing back and forth, barking, just losing her mind over this thing as she tried to gather the courage to go ahead and rip it to shreds for merely existing. How can it live underwater?! She knew one thing about it, you can drown, so how did this hell beast live there?! It lived against all the knowledge she knew of this life, and it had to die, it shouldn't be here. 

He assures her it won't hurt her, and for a moment she stops all movement and sound, staring at the fish intensely with wide uncertain eyes, head cocking to the side as if to say "are you absolutely sure about that?". She keeps that position while he cleans and descales it, only her lower lip rising to purse her lips while grimacing at the thing.

Carefully she steps forward, eyeing the thing with daggers and threatening silently "move, and ill end you". It smelled like nothing, just water. A quick lookup to the big guy while sticking out her tongue to taste the fish and - OH YUCK. What the fuck was that?!

Sticking out her tongue in disgust, she glares at the big brown male just to snort at the fish and stomp away and ponder over what she had encountered today. That guy was weird, the thing he brought was weird, and she wanted something to get that fishy taste out of her mouth!