Silvertip Mountain Just save it!

Krypton smiled a little to Steady, feeling happy to know that the pack was there for her. Her head returned to lay facing the water, not moving an inch. "I've been doing fine, surprisingly. The fish are somewhat plentiful, though hard to catch." Krypton shuffled her front paws a bit, trying to make her position a bit more comfortable. In the back of her head besides the gnawing hunger, Krypton wondered if they were catching onto her changing personality, but highly doubted it.

When she first met Steady, she had already grown out of her shell and learned to be more vocal and interactive. Yet, now during the famine and after the death of two family members (not even knowing that another had died), Krypton was already building up her walls once more. Her once bright and glassy eyes became murky and dull. 

No, this was not about her. It was the pack before herself, the children before herself. Krypton couldn't let simple things draw away her attention to serve her family. Looking down to the river, she saw small fins and currents float by, pebbles sometimes skidding into the river water. She turned her head back to Seady. "You ever caught fish before Steady?" She asked, curious about his answer. Hopefully if they were succesful, they cpuld both bring back the kids something to eat.