Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Arlette followed Whrist with her bird. The pale female trotted up next to her and then looked down. Arlette wasn't really confident. "Eh.." she started and looked down at the fish. She turned to Whrist. "I'm not really good at this," she commented, a hushed whisper. She looked down not ever grabbing a fish before. She looked back at Whrist. "Where do I grab it? What do I do?" she asked. The pale female couldn't really see any necks of the fish. Did fish even have necks? She didn't want to disappoint her new friend.