Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

The girl's silence only prompted her own. She continued along the river, a flash of silver caught her eye, though, and she darted forwards, snapping teeth lashing as she plopped her head into the water. When she came rearing back upwards, her fur, blonde and silky, hung heavily from her skin, water-logged. A shiny prize sat between her teeth.

She plopped it on the ground, then, and watched it momentarily. Unmoving, gills slowly ceasing their movement. 'n' that's how it's done, sugarcube, she grinned at the golden lass. Then, she would eat. Hungry, though neat in her mannerisms. Aware of her presence beneath a green gaze. Alert at all times.