Sawtooth Spire We were talking for a minute, then some guy tried to cut in

she clipped alongside wylla for a few leisurely strides, humming quietly to herself.
alas, leisure was not her tempo. at her legs impatient behest, without another word, phaedra broke into a clumsy scorch-the-earth run, flying like blown flame, or so she liked to believe as her ears tucked against her head (for aerodynamic purposes, doi) and she felt the breeze sleeking down her fur. with legs like these, who needs enemies? she'd just mow 'em down. that's how fuckin' fast she was. 
her mother often had to shout out things like wroooong way or you're about to hit a branch to recompense for her daughter's complete lack of any sense of direction. phaedra minded these navigational calibrations, making a geometry junkyard of their expedition.
look, all she knew was that a) she was a comet with a trajectory for VIDEHOOOOOOOO! and b) she was fully incapable of slowing her roll.
of course, little miss didn't fully understand what this adventure entailed until the sight of blue breathed into view. their journey brought them adjacent to an oxbow of a river. windholme.
uh. more like, lesgoholme. now. right now. 
the eisen had the foresight to take her child to the riffles, where the water ran shallowest, but even then, the scent of white water took the wind right out of her sails. wylla didn't even need to tell her kid to slow down and wait. the girl was already stalled like a ramshackle PT cruiser (the model with the wood side-paneling), eyes pinned on their destination all glasslike. she was inside that memory again. the feeling of helplessness crawled all over, the scapel of fear making its incision—
then, mother was at her side, reassuring and nudging her onwards. she shook her head. the youngling would never know if papa had told mama of her near-drowning those days ago, and if he had, to what extent (phaedra only remembered bits and pieces; feelings, sensations, and that papa had come to take her home), but either way, wylla walked her to the treeline, letting phaedra set the pace, and then began coaxing her bairn from eavesdropping on those voices of the past with a cajoling summons to competition. "bet you can't find a better treasure here than me!" 
blinking overmuch as she came back to present, phaedra stuck her tongue out with doubt. "bed you i's can find bedder chesddar afore you mama!" she declared, never once doubting her own ability to do so. she didn't even know what treasure was but phaedra was satisfied she would find it first.
if anyone knew how to get their daughter gassed-up, it was wylla. 
tentatively, she broke away from the trees and hesitatingly slunk alongside the shore, shifting her body uneasily to peer into the clear water at the multicolored stones and salmon slowly planing the streambed.
she reached out to pat the waters surface with the soles of her paw and watched with intrigue as they all scattered in different directions. instinctively she lurched into a playbow, growling menacingly at the large fish and once again peered down, this time catching her reflection as it flowed in wavelets. her heart was in her throat asudden. who are you and why do you keeping following me?
but remembering mama was here if she trouble found her, as was its wont, she relaxed.
she wouldn't have to rescue herself, not this time—but she could. and that was so emboldening a thought, phaedra waded into the water until it lapped at her elbows, eyes trying to watch all the fish but finding that to be a somewhat difficult task to keep up. she could even smell their piscine aspect, and committed it to her memory unconsciously. 
without a second doubt, she plunged her snout under, eyes tracking salmon that swam by. how could they stay under for so long? moments later she felt her lungs begin to sizzle and thrust her face from the water, gasping dramatically for air, then repeated it twice more.
"mama! der simming saladmanners ALL OVAH DA PLACE!" she bellowed, the fur on her face and head ridiculously mussed. she turned her attention back to the darting fish, chasing after them through the shallows and plunging her face in again to snap her teeth around—"HECK"—she began coughing and spluttering water. 
she shook her wet coat out, and then her eye spied something lodged against the colorful pebbles and rocks unlike all the others. she stomped to it and waited for it to wink away like any other fish, but it sat motionless. the curio was serrated on its edges, trigonal and sharp-ended. an impressively sized megaladon tooth was her discovery, though she had no way of knowing what it was, much less of its rarity.
phaedra towed it from under the water and placed the giant relic on a boulder to get a better look, then promptly forgot about its existence when a bright red fish flashed between her legs and instinct bade she give chase. knocking the fossil off with a careless sail of her tail, it plopped into the depths and sank into place against the streambed.
"i'ms boud do win! jus— unf godda— gid'em ..." she grunted, sloshing her legs every which way trying to pin the salmon to the pebbly floor.