Fox's Glade Scoop up my insides

With her thirst quenched and silvery figures noted below the water’s surface, the northerner’s interest shifted from the stream alone to that which swam inside it; Kovette was more than familiar with the art of fishing, although she preferred land prey. No matter, she settled back into a low crouch, watching and waiting. But the opportunity to strike never came, her attention drawn upstream by a sudden shriek—and when she glanced back down, the water was already running murky, further encouraging her to abandon the fish that had surely scattered.

Rising to her feet, Kovette padded along the bank of the stream, heading in the direction of the scream. Her steps were slow and calculated, ears shoved forward and eyes scanning that which waited ahead of her, eagerly searching for the source of the stream’s disruption. But, when finally she noticed the much larger silvery figure in the water, the woman couldn’t help but ease up. With the hint of a smile tugging at her maw, she asked, “Are you alright...?” From where she stood, she could not see any injuries but couldn’t help but extend her concern. “Do you need help?”