Falls of the Hinterlands Hunting Fishes

The black pelted femme huffed as she watched the other female continue scaring away the very thing she was apparently trying the hunt. Then ignore her and go back to ‘fishing’

Well then she’d use this female to her advantage, she padded 15 yards down stream but stayed on the shore from there her ice blue gaze to flow over the stream looking not for figures deep in the water but allowing her gaze to relax and pick up innately on movement especially movement that wasn’t just the normal flow of the water; after having watched the water flow past her the pattern of the waters flow became ingrained and she no longer paid attention to where the movement of the water swirled constantly in it’s journey along the ground toward it’s final destination.

A fish darted toward her, fleeing from the intruder upstream but Whrist noticed the break in the water surface long before the fish even came close, she tensed waiting for just a breath more and lunged deep into the stream just ahead of the fish she snapped her jaws below the surface not caring about the water that filled her jaw and nose and ears.

She did not readjust her grip she’d loose her prey if she did that, Her grip was not ideal she held it just before the tail fin. Hurridly she thrashed up with her prize and jumped to shore before dropping the flailing fish on the rocks. Shaking her head she dislodged water from places it should not be then grabbed up the flailing fish in a much safer position blehind it's gills and brought it closer to the other female, but not so close as to allow it the chance to fumble back to the water though.

She set it down allowing it flop around without smacking her in the face, that alone was the reason she hating fishing. She stared at the other female and waited to see her reaction