Stone Circle a rosebush said: these frosts are wearisome

Valette stood still with her daughter and let her try to catch the fish. Valette wasn't good at this either, and she wasn't aware that the water played tricks on one's eyes. The mother watched as Keen flashed forward and tried to grab a fish. She soon came back with nothing in her jaw and what seemed, with less pride than before. Valette stepped forward and licked over her cheek. "From failure, we learn," she spoke with a firm nod.

"Fishing is one of the most difficult ways to hunt in my opinion. So don't think bad about yourself," she spoke encouragingly. Valette offered her a smile. Her eye caught a brief glimpse of silver. She turned her body and then reached forward with a flash. She bit into the water but came back with empty jaws as well. She shook out her coat. "They are fast," she groaned. "Oh, and try breathing out through your nose when you reach for the fish, then water won't go up into it."

Valette lifted her tail. "Let's try again! We can do this and otherwise we are both not good in fishing," she grinned.