Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

A glimmer of bright scales spurred Crowfeather’s heart. He lunged, aiming just ahead of the fish’s nose. Cold shocked his face and rushed up his nose. He snapped his teeth until he had found purchase in the soft flesh of his target.

With a wooshing wet noise, the shadow lifted his snout from the water and breathed deep around the plump body of the fish. Joy was shining from his dark frame.

Got it, he huffed in muffled words around the wriggling catch. With a firm clamp, Crowfeather felt the fish cease its squirming. Its slick body was placed beside the river. The shadow’s dark face was dripping with water. He drew his tongue along his whiskers and shook his head, leaving a damp and disheveled picture in its place. Another? the crow asked brightly.