Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

The man walked, tail high and nose to the air. A real hunter.
She looked to him with wonder. Admiration. He could actually do this, but could she?
No. No she really couldn't, not in any hope in this world.

She was about to stop, call this off, try and let him have a successful hunt by himself, but no. 
He stopped, asked her if she could hear what he heard.
She tipped her ears, trying really hard.
The creek. Bubbling...bubbling. Creek...water.
"Fish?" she replied. Obviously they couldn't hear fish, but they could hear their home.