Freedom Fish

Duchess still moved forward with the girl, not really minding the help but she herself wasn't the best of company. Especially now a days. It wasn't just the hormones either.

When the girl barked out at her, she nearly took offense to it. Resting bitch face couldn't have told her anymore, she still had the same look from when they started. By the time she noticed the girl gesturing to the sagging center, it was too late and a hole had bust through right there in the middle. Duchess took a quick leap into the waters, they weren't terribly rough here. And tried to block the fish from swimming through. She only looked to the girl helping her, thinking that she could just read her mind in what she wanted her to do. She shook her head, feeling quite dumb to think she could, and didn't really blame her for the rip or the miscommunication. "Pull it in!" She shouted, still trying to hold the net and fish together.

Slowly they were able to get the net to shore, Duchess nearly struggling to get back up the bank. She was exhausted now from the strength it took to pull herself through the water and try to keep as many fish from escaping as possible, and carrying all the weight of the babies. She laid down next to the net with a thud very close to the waters still, unraveling it to reveal only five fish had made it. That was barely enough for her band. But she wouldn't have denied the helping hand what they agreed on. Almost crawling to the small, flopping pile, she started to sort two of the fish out to give the girl, without even asking she moved aside two of the smaller fish, "You can have these two for your help."

"Duchess"