Redhawk Caldera pokeweed

Putting me on the spot, asking me to speak for all fishkind! Bridget teased back playfully. One of the pack storytellers would be better for this sort of thing, but hey, she could give an attempt! I’m thinking some kind of ‘phantom of the river’ since all they see is a shadow before one of them’s snapped up. She paused thoughtfully, considering the name. Eh, definitely could be better! But for her purposes she was satisfied.

It’s too bad fishing isn’t flashier. If you got the chance to show off to them a little you might get a name like ‘golden lightning’. She tilted her head, then looked at the river with amusement. If fish even know what lightning is. Weird thought.

Bridget sat on the bank right near the water’s edge, nearby, but not close enough to interfere if Teya continued fishing. It was really good to see her friend smile again, and even better to feel like she actually meant the smile. She didn’t feel much like getting wet right this moment but she would hang out so long as she was welcome. It really was a beautiful day.