Whitebark Stream i don't know where i'm going but i just keep moving on

watch, the woman orders, and ishmira does as she is told, blue eyes fixed upon the taller female as she crouches, mimicking her stance from afar.

quickly, she realizes what she has been doing wrong-- she has been hunting fish as if they are rabbits, rushing in mouth first, and her shadow above the water has given her away. when her time comes again she does her best to remember, sitting still as if she is little more than a stone at the water's edge...and it works. the fish swim by her as if she is not there at all. she swipes at one with a paw, a little clumsy, but gazes proudly up at gjalla as her prize writhes upon the shore. she stills it with a bite, grimacing at the unfamiliarity of the taste. it is strangely cold, for a thing that was alive only moments ago.