Whitefish River hey there, lets get away

now that she has people, she's a great deal more secure. the only reason she'd left her foster family initially had been pressure from her siblings, a litter a great deal older than she was, who had (seemingly) suddenly began to drift away, until she alone remained. with the birth of her foster mother's next litter and the realization she was a hindrance, she'd followed the older yearling's lead. she told herself she didn't care. 

she's perched now on the edge off one of the quiet parts of the river, riveted by the shadows that pass beneath the water. suddenly, she moves, and like a kingfisher dives totally into the river, jaw's half-wide and forepaws pressed to her chest. her momentum carries her like a spear to the shadow she'd chosen and deeper still. she surges upward again, and when she surfaces, it is with a writhing silver body in her jaws.