Bearclaw Valley You're so ambitious for a juvenile

While some of Ameline's pride might have come from vanity- she thought herself beautiful and thus, her lookalike of a daughter was too- the majority of it came from seeing how Athella moved. She was exactly what Ameline would hope for in a pack wolf. One who could move without direction, synch up step, focus, gaze and heartbeat- without needing communication. What took some wolves years to learn was something she believed her daughter had come by innately. 

When she moved ahead into the shallow waters, Ameline felt another swell of pride. Boldness was sought-after as well. Her daughter would face more than currents and cold waters in her lifetime, and she would be best off if she feared very little, much the same way Ameline had been. 

"Everything hath a weakneth," She said. The fish milled in the water, occasionally dipping beneath a rock ledge and out of sight. "They're eathietht to catch if you can run a group of them into the shallowth...Upriver, there- the water'th only a few incheth deep along the edgeth, an' only thmall rockth that they can't hide underneath." She trained her eyes on the shallow section of the river, where the current was quick, but indeed very shallow. "Let'th go downriver...We'll wade in part way, an' try an' chathe 'em up into that thweet thpot. Don't let 'em thee you, or your shadow, or they'll hide." She instructed, withdrawing from the water's edge.