Redhawk Caldera tadpoles

Teya's voice reached her, beckoning daughter to mother. Bronte answered. Through the shadows of the dark, her bright form emerged. Coming rushing at a brisk trot, amber eyes alive and on Teya, by the water side. 

Tail whisking low, brushing at the curve of her hocks, she greeted her mother with soft nudge to her cheek. Bending down, she inspected the fish, but did not move to taste it. "What species is this?" She inquired. And then she came out with it. "I think I might wanna take up fishing, like you, mother. Will you show me?"