Broken Antler Fen mapledrop

tambourine. somehow the jubilant sound of it fit the friendly man in front of her. with a nod the girl moved away from her string of kills and into the shallows. fish marked by darting dark shadows jerked away from the set of her paws, but as she held still, the water too became calm.
its occupants returned, and teya slowed her breathing, sharp eyes watching through the surface. smaller fish would be faster, and their larger counterparts would give the small raven a harsher fight.
the girl waited for some time until a ponderous trout with scarring upon its scales lazily brushed beyond her ankle. teeth flashed; an arc of water and teya set her paws against the silt, struggling as the fish lunged and leapt in her jaws.
bit by bit the girl worked them both backward, energy flagging as she pulled the trout just past its gills onto the wet bank.