Big Salmon Lake kalugruak

"Don't they always?" Dwin replied with a question, peering over at the shallow end of the lake and seeing flashes of black and silver, where a swarm of tiny fish had returned only to disappear again at the slightest notion of danger. "I wonder, what the world through the eyes of the fish must be like. The closest I can come to imagine it would be as if we could see shadows and here rumbling and vibrations in the sky. And now and then the sky would break apart and big set of jaws would come and destroy stuff," she liked this rambly idea and decided to use it next time she would have to teach those rascals back home a story about, how obedience paid off. 

"Name's Dwin," she introduced herself and dipped her muzzle politely. And after the guy had given his name (or not - his choice), she asked. "What do you think? They say that in order to become a good hunter, you have to think like your prey. So - what do the fish think?"