Totoka River reelingline

meredith grinned, her sharp teeth flashing as she watched worm hop the stream to join her. alrigh', good, she said, her mummers accent rolling off her tongue with ease. first thing ye gotta know—fish ain't stupid. ye move too quick, shadow's too big? they'll scatter faster than a gull at high tide.

she stepped lightly into the shallows, her paws sinking into the cool silt. watch the water, she instructed, her voice soft but firm. see how they move? they like t' stay where the current's gentle. 's easier for 'em there. she tilted her head toward a patch of reeds where faint ripples betrayed the presence of fish. there. that's where ye wanna aim.

with a quick, practiced motion, meredith raised her paw and brought it down sharply into the water, her claws slicing through with precision. she missed on purpose, just barely, to keep the lesson going. timing's everything, she explained, stepping back to let worm take her place. ye wait till they're close enough, then strike. but no rushin' it, aye? patience is key.