Whitefish River Temptation Heat Beats Like a Drum

He finished the song with a flourish, his voice reaching the notes. And he smiled as he saw the shadows of the fish and then with swiftness born of hunting all on his own. He snaked his head down. Jaws aiming for the front of the fish's shadow.

He grasped it and jerked his head back, a small hiss between teeth where the fish sat at the chill that colored his face and eyes. He crunched down and tossed the large fish to the dirt, where he held it down with a paw.

Then his eyes went back to the ice again, narrower. He was fighting chill now and he wanted one more and then be done.