Bearclaw Valley You're so ambitious for a juvenile

Radar like ears swiveled, taking in the reception that was her mother's advice. These fish had a weakness that could be exploited. And she explained how. "You catch them before?" She echoed her curiosity. Glad that she had not inched closer to dip her toes into the water. The young hunter would have been spotted.

She followed Ameline's gaze upriver, where the water changed just slightly. She formulated a plan. "A trap. Chase 'n catch." She echoed with toothy grin and a whipping of her tail. Her first real hunt! But fish were slippery prey, as she would soon learn. 

Bobbing her head in a short gesture of enthusiasm, Athella peeled away, creeping along downriver. She wanted to glance aside or pop her head up for a peek. Her darting gold eyes said as much.