Broken Antler Fen mapledrop

tambourine, directly behind her. teya watched a shoal of bluegill swim toward where she had plunged her forelegs into the water. the girl quieted her breathing. they drew closer with wary flicks of their fins, and for a long moment, perhaps longer than was necessary, the little raven was still.
in order to catch more than one, she and he would need to herd them closer to shore without scaring the school of fish into fragmented groups. this was more difficult than teya had expected, but she moved slightly, sacrificing a few feet to back carefully in the water and circle around.
the bluegill continued on, now trapped between the two wolves and the small muddied beach.
teya grinned at tambourine and then lunged for the nearest one, cutting the surface into foaming chaos as the fish discovered too late their plight.