Otter Creek charcoal angel

for @Crescendo , if you want.

Silver Bone sat by the Creek, fishing. Her posture was careful as not to be hunched over- it wasn't good for her back. By her side was a pile of five fish. She'd been fishing maybe fifteen minutes. All the fish were kind of small though, however, not super tiny. Her silver eye matched the clear water beautifully, her green matching the grass by the Creek. She watched the water intently. Her bicolor eyes darted along, looking for the next fish. She saw one little silvery one heading downstream this way. Her jaws flashed out and forward, digging into the fish. Small strings of blood floated from where her fangs punctured scales. She slapped the dying creature on her growing pile. Making progress.