Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

This was not the first wolf she had taught how to fish since arriving in the teekon wilds and somehow she found this funny, and the panic on Arlette’s face even more funny. However she was practiced at hiding her emotion upon her visage. So her lips didn’t even twitch in a smile she somehow knew that might make Arlette feel bad.

Whrist peered down at the prey soon to be dinner and nodded. Soon these things would know their place in the greater scheme of things, soon they would adding to the lustre of their coats and even reward Crawford for his miss haped effort.

“hum…” Whrist blinked down at the fish as if contemplating what came naturally to her “Go for the very center of their back, they have no throat like a deer or rabbit, instead air will do the job a throat grab would. Once they are lifted from the water, these things will try to swim so they will flip their tail and head in opposite directions as if they could swim from your jaws. But we won’t let that happen. Instead we are going to jump back up the the shore,”

Whrist grinned then, “It’ll be to cold to stay in there for long anyway. So don’t gasp when you jump in after these things or you’ll miss your mark”

Then she turned her light blues toward the tree line “We’ll bring them there by the trees that way if we have to drop them there is no way for them to get back to the water” 

She turned back to Arlette with all seriousness “So when you are ready count down I’m with you every step of the way.” The fish still swam in the shallows oblivious to the conversation going on above their heads