Kill The Headlights

As she started paddling towards the shore, green eyes met red ones: and she saw the look. The desperation, the wish, the longing. It gripped her heart; she understood. Oh, did she understand. She renewed her efforts - It took more effort hauling herself out of the water than it did to catch the fish. The current was strong, and it took all her fight to maintain a mostly steady course to the shore, where she hauled herself out of the water, jaws still clamped tight on the fish that by now had ceased its struggles.

By the time she got out of the water, the stranger yearling was already turning away. Lillie lunged forward; frustration in her eyes as her jaws ground the fish in her mouth. She needn't to, though, because the male sat down... without the bird in his mouth. Well, that reassured her that he was alright, but... the prey was gone. More sympathy flashed through her, and she approached the green and blue boy, nudging his shoulder. When she would have his attention - if - she would drop the fish next to him, nudging it towards him silently. As she would look back up at him, there was no pity in her eyes: only sheer understanding.

"Speech"