Redtail Rise an acrostic

With the stream open and waters cold, the fish had become sluggish. They hid often beneath shelves of ice or by dark brown stones, but every now and again the current would set them drifting from their shelter. Their silverish sheen betrayed them- and Lilia had been drinking, with no intention of fishing, when she saw one drift from the darkness. She plunged into the cold waters and snagged the rainbow trout before it could dart away- even the attempts it made to bat at her face with tis tail were beleaguered and slow. 

Still, she considered it an excellent meal; it was over a foot and a half long, and thick through the middle. Its sides were streaked with crimson, and speckled with bits of blue and black. 

She was vaguely aware of the fact that Avicus was pregnant. She believed Prophet to be the father, not realizing that she had formed a relationship with the Haeland as well. Lilia didn't know what to think about having younger siblings; she wondered if they might be valued more by her father, and by Avicus, because they were of their blood. Part of her resented them for the attention they would get- but part of her fiercely wanted for the children to look up to her, as well. 

She figured nurturing them would be the best way to maintain her standings, so she brought the hefty fish to where Avicus' den was. She wuffed softly, and approached with a bowed head and lowered tail; deference offered not only for her leader, but for a woman who was bearing children.