Beware A Bathing Maiden

Dagrún stalked along the edge of the Rio Grande, looking for either an opponent or a good fishing hole. She was on break and didn't really know what to do with herself. Fishing seemed like a good option, if she could just find a nice inlet or area where the river drifted farther into the shore. As it was she would be fishing in deep, wide open water and that wouldn't do. Sperla had been working on a means for her to fish more effectively. The little kestrel was skilled at nabbing minnows and small fish out of the water. She had a thin string on which there was a hook and bait but they still had yet to master it. For now Dag would rely on her claws.