Beware A Bathing Maiden

Dagrún paused as she found a small, circular inlet where a portion of the river flowed into the shore then spun back out. Within the stiller waters she could see a number of fish and it was shallow enough that she could walk right in. With a grin Dag quietly entered the water. Step by step she went deeper, watching as the fish scattered. The water was cool but far warmer than it would've been if it were winter. As she stood there, still, the fish soon regained confidence and began to swim around her. She watched them for awhile, her jaws hovering above the water. These were small fresh water fish. Some day she'd try her paw fishing at the salmon run.