Redtail Rise all you want is one more saturday

One-two-one-two....

Saturday’s Sunset’s tempo became rhythmic as she motored around the shallow stream. She felt how the water moved around her body, how she floated if she let her chest act as a keel. Teacher gave a word of encouragement to which the girl responded with a snort of water.

We got this! the spirit cheered.

After swimming in a little circle, Saturday’s Sunset found a rocky sandbar in the middle of the stream where it was shallow enough to walk. She was breathing hard, but a small grin could be spied.

The Caru gave a stern warning. The pup licked her nose and ducked her head.

We understand, the spirit acknowledged. Dangerous.

Suddenly, something in the water caught Sunset’s eye. A brook trout ate a bug off the water’s surface.