Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Fortunately- and likely because of the snow- the frozen fish didn’t shatter when it hit the ground. She’d thought Kiwi might’ve tried to catch it- but then again, why would she want to endanger her own teeth trying to catch something glinting and solid flying through the air? Niamh chuckled and gestured to the fish with a deft movement of her nose.

”The ice on the river’s really clear right now, where it thawed and then re-froze. I just did this,” She said, demonstrating how she’d reared back on her hind legs and then plunged both forefeet simultaneously at the ground with a few soft thunks ”’Til I broke through. Just in the shallow parts, so I could catch it before it went downriver, an’ I only got wet up to my elbows.” She said. ”But y’know, I think Spring’ll be coming soon. Gettin’ a bit warmer every day. Thank goodness too ‘cause I’m done with this cold garbage.” She admitted. ”How you been holding up?” She asked brightly, not necessarily meaning to insinuate that tough times were afoot so one would need to “hold up,” but more meaning a casual “what’s up,” instead.