Sardines on Toast

That morning, Locha had woken up and known that today was a day for fishing. The sun was out, the wasn't too much of a breeze and the rain had held off for another day. She'd padded out of the family dens bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with a smile on her face. Her usual fishing rocks had been waiting for her near the edge of the cove.
Now, a pile of fish sat behind her, ready for whoever had a craving of fish for breakfast, or maybe a snack for any night-owls heading to bed. She herself stood patiently on her rock, head down, watching deep down into the sea below her.

"ICECOLD"