Whitefish River Temptation Heat Beats Like a Drum

One fish had been caught, but the hunter sought more.

Slowly, she slunk closer, head shaking as he went to dive his head in again. Keep hunting, you body freeze. He may have already known, but his ambition for more fish blinded him. 

Now beside him, her eyes grazed the water. Use paw. Trap against ice. 

In demonstration, she waited for the right moment. Then, when time, her paw flew into the water and slammed a wriggling body against the ice below. When her claws had dug in as far as they could go, she pulled until it flung from the water, flopping vigorously against the ice.

She did not turn to kill it, instead waiting for it to die on its own.