Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Arlette looked at the two fish they caught. She was still aa bit surprised she had done that. The female quirked up her lips proudly. She watched as Whrist chastised the bird when it took part of the fish. Arlette was quick to retrieve the fish when the bird dropped it. She was not going to let her catch go back into the water. She grabbed its head and bit down. She spit the head out and looked with a scrunched up face towards the fish she bit into. "I am not sure I like it," she admitted to Whrist.

She never had fish before. She was spoiled really. In Easthollow she was used to eating big game as her mother was a skilled huntress. She always took members of the pack to take down deer or a bison. The latter was what they hunted the most. Arlette never liked it, the hunting part. Perhaps only because her mother was just so good at it and she felt her mother had only remarks when she did it.