Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

catch them. she supposed she could, teya knew, but it would be difficult. and she was not at all assured that she wanted to flub up in front of the watchful child. her, a teacher? she doubted she would ever be that.
but the girl had asked, and so teya ducked her head down and muzzle comically close to the water welling from the spiderwebbing of cracks already created. once a hole had been broken in the ice, she crouched nearer and stared down into the lapping dark, searching for the sluggish wriggle of fins.
teya struck momentarily, sloshing sounds the accompaniment to her efforts. only by sheer luck did she surface with a gasp and a small trout, skidding backward to the safety of the snowy bank while the creature writhed weakly in her numbed jaws.