The sudden sound of another's voice startled her, but she was not so inexperienced as to let herself jump. Instead she slowly lifted her head so that her golden gaze would meet his, a startling shade of blue. She quirked a brow. Not that it was any of his business, but if she had to trek all that way she'd probably keel over within the first week. "You get more meat off a catfish than off a half-dead salmon," she murmured, trying to convey as much sass as possible while maintaining a low volume. This moron was going to scare all the fish off but gods almighty was he large. Best not piss this one off, methinks, she quipped to herself. She opened her mouth to lighten the mood, but a shimmer of silver caught her eye, and her breath. She stood as still as she could manage, hardly daring to breathe.
She'd seen it happen before, curious fish coming up to investigate the strange fuzzy sticks that had plunked themselves down in the river, never knowing that they were in truth's a predator's legs. She cursed the slow creature, feeling saliva begin to well up in her mouth. The ponderous fish was taunting her Closer... closer... closerrr... She felt a tug on the fur of her front, left leg and the fiery woman exploded into motion. She flung her limb upwards as fast as possible, feeling the slippery sack of meat catch, watching as it was cast skyward amidst a gout of water, and never mind where the fallout landed (Sorry-not-sorry, stranger!). She snapped her jaws, missing by a mile and letting out an explosive expletive, watching the fish crash into the water once. Bryn leaped on it, knowing their sorts were easily dazed. She felt it against her paws, then it was gone again, all within a massive din of splashing and cursing and struggle. She had given it up for lost when it left from the water, either alarmed or disoriented, and Bryn found herself submerged entirely as she followed after.
Her jaws grasped something solid, salty, and slippery. With a gasp she stood upright once more, jaws clenched around a weighty fish, ignoring the barbs in it's dorsal fin which were poking into the meat of her cheek. Tail arched like a cat in the cream, she pranced from the water, trying to hide her panting behind the still-struggling fish in her jaws. Sopping wet, she looked towards where she'd last noticed the stranger watching her, eager to see what he'd thought of that!
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