Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

They're jumping, Taikon agreed. He smiled broadly at Sorscha, gesturing toward the creek so that the red lady might follow him. As they moved over the roots of trees toward the creek's edge, the sound of plunging splashes grew louder. Taikon spread his toes out to get a better grip as he stepped over and into the muddy bank, searching for a better place to stand.
Taikon looked at the water for a moment, then carefully stepped into it. The creek was not particularly wide and likely measured across at this point no more than five meters. I think they're trout, he said at a loud whisper, but then stopped talking. The fish were toward the opposite bank at the middle, but stopped jumping when they noticed the disturbance in the water caused by the wolf. To be honest, I'm not that great at catching fish, but we can try, he admitted. Having grown up on a mountain whose river water was often freezing cold, he hadn't made it a point to be an expert in water sports.