Whitefish River samakat bayda'

she is still, just for this moment despite feeling the current of the stream push against her slits. and in a moment, with great speed not expected of the burly woman, her jaw unhinges as white daggers are unsheathed into the water. the scatter of the drops hits against the surface as many fish below scatter in fear.

yet, gracious comes out soaked and victorious as a fish is held between her jaws. flapping, squirming, gasping. blood soon begins to pour from the poor soul and stains the once light colored hair around her mouth. 

she wades out of the stream now, settling onto the banks of the stream where the water could not reach her. though, when she finally begins to clean her catch, she takes notice to the creature not too far from her. she has seen many coyote tricks in her lifetime, thinking about her parents for a short moment. their cunning nature makes them alike to one another, and that is something gracious cannot be fond of.

yet, she is not aggressive, not protective. not yet at least. she has not been given a reason to be so. instead, she watches the coyote with quiet eyes before parting bloodied lips.

"if you're hungry, i would ask instead of try and steal this from me." her manner and tone is soft, yet her statement holds something bold. something unusual for the older woman.