Phantom Hollow And still, as he looked, he lived

Darcy blinked quickly, several times, as several fish swam quickly to the surface of the river, nibbling and snapping at the little bits of nut that Rat had sprinkled over the water. She grinned widely after a moment, tail wagging. "You're a sharp one, aren't you," she told the vole, and then spread her legs a little more for better balance and hovered over the water.

A moment later, her upper body lunged into the river, and she came up a moment later, a fish clamped in her jaws. She bit down, tasting blood, and kept biting until the fish stopped struggling, then turned and flung the fish into the grass behind her, over her shoulder. She stared back down into the water; some of the fish had scattered in the mayhem of the hunt, but they were returning again, probably hoping for more food. 

The second time she lunged, she came up empty-jawed. The fish, it seemed, were more wary than she'd thought after her initial catch. She shook herself, spraying water everywhere, and turned to Rat, shrugging. "One's good enough for now, 'less you want some?" Realizing she had just asked a vole if he wanted to eat meat, she laughed awkwardly, trying to pass the question off as a joke, and turned away from the river. Making friends with prey animals was weird...