Totoka River reelingline

meredith shook her head, a small chuckle slipping past her lips. nah, she murmured, stepping closer to worm. it ain't 'bout the paw or the jaw—it's 'bout where the fish is headin', not where it is.

she moved beside worm, the gentle stream lapping at her legs. her sharp eyes scanned the water for a flicker of movement. watch, she said simply, her voice soft but firm.

her stance shifted slightly, weight balanced, patience etched into every line of her body. when a ripple betrayed a fish darting near, meredith struck—not at the fish itself, but just ahead of its path. her teeth clamped around its slippery body, pulling it from the water with a triumphant shake.

she dropped the fish onto the bank, grinning as she turned to worm. like that. try again—ya got the instincts, just need the aim.