Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

the shadow was his own sort of tactician. germanicus listened carefully. he had fished before, but he had not applied strategy to it. this day, he had learned something from the young hunter. 

he found that these past days had brought several sorts of surprises.

there was something distinctly vulpine the way that crowfeather hunted fish from the water with smooth motions. germanicus watched the way that honed muscle moved beneath the dark coat.

"a naiad is a pretty being, one who loves the water." he kept his gaze averted, though face ran hot beneath his stoic veneer. "they cannot be captured. a naiad turns to foam on the surface of a river to escape."