Greatwater Lake Fishing for Fish

She skulked under the bosk, standing beneath a cascade of dappled shadows with her eyes glinting in the late sun. She resigned herself to a brief moment of respite: her paws were weary from the travel and for a moment she steered alarmingly close to falling asleep.

Her attention was roused as she heard a splatter and her vicious yellow eyes flashed open in alarm: she instantly strode forwards and beheld the sight of a fox with a meaty fish held tight between her lithe jaws. A bold and unkind smile spread across her lips; with a ravenous stare she approached.