Ravensblood Forest one fish, two fish

meredith perched on a boulder nearby, her sharp eyes fixed on firefly as he moved through the water. she leaned lazily on her forearms, smirking as she watched his triumphant lunge. the way he carried himself now was miles away from the bumbling, loudmouthed pup she’d first met. not bad at all.

well, lookit you, mr. big shot, she called, her voice rolling with a teasing lilt. her mummer’s accent thickened as she hopped down to the riverbank. ye gonna catch enough to feed the whole bloody camp, or just makin’ a name fer yerself, eh?

she flicked her tail and dipped a paw into the cool water, circling it around idly. don’t go thinkin’ yer all that, though, she added with a crooked grin, narrowing her eyes playfully. betcha still ain’t got the nerve to grab one o’ them big ones hidin’ in the deep. reckon yer all bark an’ no bite when it comes to those.