Broken Antler Fen i'm treading water; i need to sleep awhile

she felt a hint of regret at her previous feelings of irritation, as eljay smirked and humbly confessed his low-level skill. he was charming, with his friendly mannerisms, and of course, his freckles. 

"all true," she agreed with an airy snicker. "It takes practice, like most things." without those riverside days with her father, she would not have become half as successful as she was. it helped that she was nimble on the slick riverbanks, thanks to her petite build. with practice, though fishing was something wolves of all sizes could learn.

"would you like to try? I could show you a few things that have made it easier for me."